The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 80

Eighty: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

The tone of the council changed after the announcement that Talia had chosen the other side and that I was Aurora’s daughter, making me a descendant as well. They focused even more on tracking the witches, trying to get a lock on them before the battle. If we could take them down, the vampires would be no problem.

But the magic that was protecting them, hiding them, made it almost impossible to fight them in battle.

No one had brought up Talia again, but I could see the anger and disappointment in everyone’s eyes. Especially Charlie’s. She seemed to have a connection with the witch and had been excited to see her. For the rest of the night, the princess looked crushed. She and her brother had mastered masking their emotions, but even she couldn’t hide how upset it had made her to hear of the treason.

I kept glancing at Killian in the mirror as we prepared for bed, but he was void of emotions. The eerie feeling that had settled over the castle only worsened when the sun went down.

”Bound…darkness…runs free.”

The low and deep voice barely reached my ears, and I looked up at the mirror, watching as Killian rinsed the soap from his hair through the glass shower wall. It was a sight that normally took all thoughts from my mind and left me a desperate mess.

“What did you say?” I called out, hoping to be heard over the running water and thoughts going through his head. Killian opened his hazel eyes, staring at me with confusion as he shook his head.

’I didn’t say anything.”

I hummed in response as I brushed it off. No one else was in the room, and if Killian hadn’t spoken, then perhaps I had picked up someone’s thoughts in the pack link. That was even more concerning than if Killian had been the one who said it.

that contained those words so close together

it go unannounced. Killian would need to know about something like that. “Is it possible to cross signals in the pack link? Like

shook his head, and I tried to focus on his face, not the soapy water running down his torso. “Thoughts can never be heard in the

then, and a quick scan of the room proved it to be empty. “I thought I heard someone talking about darkness and

momentarily before looking away to turn off the water. He didn’t

know if you hear anything else.” His tone was firm as he grabbed the towel and dried off. I felt dismissed, but at least

say anything more on the subject as he joined me, spooning me from behind and whispering a sweet “Goodnight, my love” next to

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in on me. In the past, when I had felt this, I struggled to pull enough air into my lungs. But now, while it was physically evident there

I turned to Killian. He had rolled onto his back during the night, which happened often, but he almost always turned back to hold me

eyes were closed, but I could see them moving behind his

in deep and

barrier between us that prevented me from actually

as the thought crossed my mind,

getting out of bed. There was something either my mind wanted me to see, or the owner of the voice wanted me to see.

guards standing watch, not seeming to notice me as I walked right by

door I had once dreaded. The heavy wood opened on its own, and I stood still as I glanced into the dimly lit room. The ominous feeling

gems had been

the clutches of whatever spirit had brought me here tonight, but I stayed rooted