The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 113

Eight: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

The darkness had never looked more appealing than it did at that moment. Either that or I opened the door before me and faced the man I knew was standing on the other side. I didn’t need to hear him or see him to know that he was there.

I could sense his beast, his aura.

He was lying in wait patiently, like he was waiting for the perfect moment for him to pounce on his unsuspecting prey. Only I knew Tobias was on the other side of the door.

My heart was beating rapidly, giving me away as well. He knew I was here, and I knew he was listening to the erratic thumping in my chest. He had been for the past five minutes that I stood there, staring at the doorknob.

Was he the lesser of two evils?

Knowing he was willing to wait for me to leave my tower instead of walking right in to confront me made me even more anxious.

The darkness I would need to teleport through gave me enough pause, but being unable to walk freely down the hallways made me angry. This was my home. I didn’t even know where Tobias slept, but it wasn’t in the castle.

Yet, he was preventing me from doing my job by cornering me.

After a long internal debate during my shower, I finally decided to talk to Killian about my suspicions. But to do that, I would need to get through the wall of muscle that had gone from ignoring me the past few months to avoiding me the past two weeks to torturing me.

On the other hand, I hadn’t traveled through the empty realm on my own since my near-death experience. Every time I considered it, a shiver would run down my spine, and I felt the nails clawing at my skin again.

They had wanted me to stay last time. A knife was sticking out from between my shoulder blades from Talia. She had helped raise me, but as soon as she had the chance, she had thrown that dagger with deadly precision and lodged it into me. It wasn’t surprising. She had always held grudges and was vindictive, but she was also one hell of a teacher.

quiet and empty. I could travel through to anywhere I desired in the blink of

as I fought to get them to safety. I had done my best to get them out of that darkness quickly, but one creature trapped in that world scared

my exposed shoulder only a second before their rough tongue slid across my skin, tasting the blood that dripped down from one of the scratches they inflicted on

to leave and take my people to safety, but as my blood coated their tongue, the low growl of satisfaction made me freeze with

she had left to me, I don’t

me to zip through that world to get to where

my head to one hundred, taking long and calming breaths as I tried to decide if it was

me, I needed

the man as I let my feet carry me to Killian’s office. Tobias was leaning against the wall across from

let myself go, flickering into the darkness that filled my soul with unease. I watched through the first two flashes as Tobias lunged forward, grabbing my hand before we were sucked in and

Tobias had come with me, even if I wasn’t ready to speak to him. It took everything in me not to stop and glance around in the vast emptiness as I felt eyes on me. I knew Tobias could sense it too, as he

confirmed that I was not ready to travel there again.

Killian. Get to Killian.

king raised an eyebrow at our joined hands, and I pulled away

flicked my hand back, not bothering to look at Tobias as I shut the office door in his face. I knew I didn’t have much time. As soon as I closed the door, leaving the two of us alone in his office, I

not bothering to wait for his permission before slumping into one of his visitor’s seats like I used to

unpracticed control.” He picked up

him to look up at me again before speaking. “Someone survived. At least one witch, and

him for how he dismissed me when I was discussing a threat to

And there it is.

and felt confident in her abilities, she could handle the threats herself, and there would be

I had to say. At least he couldn’t say I didn’t warn him. Still, it didn’t make missing my best friend any less. “Ian, what do you say tonight we

a hard day, we used to sneak into the kitchen and steal a few bites of whatever dessert the cooks had made that day. We would climb up on the kitchen counter and stare out through the large window at the back garden. It didn’t matter if we were twelve or twenty-five. The tradition had been

that day, we always found peanut butter and jelly on the counter or a

a vision about finding his mate, and our traditions crumbled. While building his relationship with her, I had given him space. Now, I could barely work in the same room as him without something or someone causing us to go