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.

me off guard were the sudden presences in the darkness. Before, it was always quiet and empty. I could travel through

as I fought to get them to safety. I had done my best to get them out of that

rough tongue slid across my skin, tasting the blood that dripped down from

my people to safety, but as my blood coated their tongue, the low growl of satisfaction made me freeze with terror. Every hair rose as I felt my mouth open

for Aurora pushing what little magic she had left to me, I don’t know if I

was stronger, it seemed easier for me to zip through that world to get to where I needed

and calming breaths as I tried to decide if it was worth the

I needed a break from his mind

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

that filled my soul with unease. I watched through the first

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

only confirmed that I was not ready to travel there again. Whatever had gotten a taste last time

Killian. Get to Killian.

raised an eyebrow at our joined hands, and

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 had probably set off some alarm bell somewhere.

to wait for his permission before slumping into one of his visitor’s seats like I used to when we were

He picked up the paper he had before him as he muttered, scanning over the words before grumbling in annoyance and setting it to the

so I waited for him to look up at me

when I was discussing a threat to his mate and possibly to myself. Perhaps, I wasn’t so far off on my theory of not being

And there it is.

felt confident in her abilities, she could handle the threats herself, and there would be no need

greatly or didn’t care about what I had to say. At least he couldn’t say I didn’t warn him. Still, it didn’t make missing my

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

about it. Even when they didn’t bake anything that day, we always found peanut butter and jelly on the counter or a pudding bowl in

I had given him space. Now, I could barely work in the same room as him without something or someone causing us to go our