The Blessed And The Beast

Thirty-Three: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

My arms were crossed over my chest, my fingers tapping against my bicep as I debated my next move.

Cyrus had been good for the past few days, and after I spent another frustrating week trying to tap into Rona’s blood, I couldn’t help myself. The vial of his blood had been calling out to me, tempting me.

He wouldn’t notice a single drop gone, and it’s not like he would feel me messing with it. Rona had only known I stole her blood because of our fight. She had figured me out.

She wasn’t as stupid as I had hoped, and I had to give her credit. It was just too bad for her that she thought I was stupid too and only had that small sample of her blood in the bowl she stole from me.

Cyrus already knew I had his blood.

It dropped to the bowl with a small splash. When the light hit it, I immediately held the entire vial up to my face, wanting a closer look. The unique pattern of black lines in the liquid differed from any other magical creature that had ever bled for me.

It was unique and intriguing, yet familiar. I had only seen it once before… in my blood. I knew we weren’t related, at least not closely. But it gave me some insight into his power level. He was strong.

I thanked my mother’s inability to hold me in for my powers. She told me the story and showed me her pregnancy pictures. The images stopped the day she had me. Why would she want to document the proof that she had built and pushed a witch from her human uterus?

No, she wouldn’t. There were no pictures of me as a baby or a kid.

But the story of my birth answered all my questions, and I had to wonder if Cyrus had a similar one.

My parents had been speeding down the highway, trying to get to the hospital in the middle of the night. The streets were empty, and they knew they wouldn’t make it. How could they when I gave them no choice? My mother said I had army-crawled right out of her.

They had to pull over to the side of the road. My father ran around to my mother’s side of the car, opened the door, and helped my mother hold her legs up as she sat sideways.

He was the first to hold me, but I didn’t know how long that lasted.

Because there, under the Supermoon, the point where the full moon was at its closest to Earth, I opened my eyes for the first time, and they saw their failure. It surprised me that they hadn’t left me on the side of the road.

I had researched births under different cycles in the moon and Earth’s orbit, but I had never found anything concrete to connect my birth to my powers. That didn’t mean the suspicion wasn’t in the back of my mind.

but I didn’t get the chance. He stayed locked in his room whenever Rona was around, doing his best to avoid her like the socially awkward man he was. Since she refused to

my bicep as I let out a frustrated breath

open to find Killian sitting on the black leather couch in his office

Killian groaned, his body still as he turned his head toward the wall and adjusted

invite me in. I made myself at home. Only now, I at least confirm I

me as I moved to sit in it. My hands grabbed

sank down as

Killian groaned again, but I rolled my eyes and

I stated, pulling the bottom drawer of his desk open. The stash of junk food he kept in the back of the drawer was almost gone, and I let out a breath, knowing it

and pushed a few bags of chips to the side to look

loud noise as I slammed it shut with

would show up. It didn’t feel intentional, but I was sure

pissy mood today? Did you not get laid last night?” I laughed as I laced my fingers together over my

blink before the throw pillow that had been under his head smacked me in the face. He kept it there specifically for when he needed a break, and as it fell to the desk, I watched as flames consumed

needed that,” Killian mumbled without looking, knowing exactly what I was doing to it from the

the lack of sleep get to him. But now he looked like he was on the brink of death. “Do I need to call a

in a warning, but I just laughed as I watched the ashes in his desk scatter

question was met with his body stiffening as if the thought was scarring

me what you need and leave.” He dropped his arm, blinking twice before twisting to

bit guilty about it. “I didn’t find anything yet. I have also tried to tap into her blood, but

hands together, turning his head with

knew Rona needed to be removed from the council. If I had my way, she would

She wouldn’t let someone take her down that easily.

magic to whatever she has planned. He’s

more exhausted than

want to know what it is

keep Rona busy, and Aurora can watch Cyrus.” His dismissive tone was low, almost like he was fighting not

especially for a Lycan who could go days without sleep. Something was