Forty-Five: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

A ponytail.

A braid.

A bun.

A hat.

A fucking shaved head.

I could have done any number of things before going into Rona’s house, but I didn’t. I didn’t think ahead. I didn’t prepare. I went in half-cocked and risked everything.

Now it was coming back to bite me in the ass.

A hair. One hair.

This was Rona, I know it. The fucking she-devil was getting her revenge, and with a piece of my hair, when I couldn’t do shit with her blood. Her fucking blood. Her life-source. It was infuriating that she was doing what I couldn’t and doing it with so little.

“I need you to pull back.” The healer, Flora, said for the hundredth time as she held her hands over me. Apparently, my magic, or magic in general, prevented her from seeing what was wrong. She said it was blocking her, like a wall.

Healers could see and treat injuries and damage to a living being. I didn’t have an injury.

I had a vindictive witch trying to kill me from hundreds of miles away.

Tobias growled from my side, his hand still on my head, smoothing my hair back from my face like he was petting a dog. The hair I should have chopped off.

His demand for them to fix me without having to say the words was humorous, and if I weren’t so angry at myself, I would have laughed.

Instead, I was fuming, my hands in fists at my sides with a healer rubbing her palms over my body, trying to find something…anything to keep the beast by my head from killing her.

off the bed to stare at the wide-eyed, young healer. The others were more experienced, but something about Flora told me she was the one to trust. She was strong and had healed

terrified, like it wasn’t Tobias she had to worry about anymore. It was me. I felt

can’t find anything wrong!” She insisted defensively, dropping her hands.” You aren’t sick or

to control my temper, but it was no use. I was angry

up. Until I dealt with

needed was someone else taking my blood and fucking with me. “Don’t bother. You won’t find

find anything wrong because it wasn’t my body Rona was targeting but my magic. The part of my soul

making everyone stop. That made three. He said three words in

with anger. If I couldn’t see his eyes or feel

was no way it could

marked him; I swallowed some of his blood. It cant

relieved sigh. Good. Tobias didn’t seem to agree, and his shoulders curled so slightly that if I didn’t know him as well as I did,

to feel it if it was something in your stomach

Hurting me.

hand over his mouth. He didn’t believe her, and I reached up and

me, I would have to go to her before I became too weak to fight her. I wouldn’t

power and killed her, but no one knew how. I wouldn’t have thought doing something so horrible with a single hair was possible. But if she could affect me this way, I couldn’t imagine what she was doing to Cora or planned to

to see and talk to her… if

doctor tried to step forward again,

healer said I wasn’t sick or injured, so there is no point in me being here.” No amount of tests he could run would

sat up, and Flora stepped away as I swung my legs over the edge of the

the council. Aisha, Margot, and… Cora. They were right before me, alive and not trying to kill each other

I couldn’t stop my eyes from going to Cora. The middle-aged woman had her weight on her good leg, her prosthetic on display with the shorts

this hard with just a hair, I couldn’t imagine how easily she would decimate Cora once

asked, stepping away from Killian to approach me. “You

feeling a little under the weather. ” My forced smile didn’t

that I was observing them just the same. We had already determined that Rona was either controlling someone or was being controlled, but the other party involved

that I did. After the last war, when someone tried to control Killian and his sister Charlie, I personally checked and confirmed the protection enchantment on their pendants at least once a week to ensure there was no risk of them being tampered

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