The Blessed And The Beast

Chapter 163

Fifty-Six: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

My tower was my safe place, my comfort zone when I wasn’t with Tobias. Yet right now, I stood in the middle of it, feeling like there were bugs crawling on my skin.

The ward surrounding it hadn’t just been broken.

It had been shattered. I had seen the damage to it before entering. The shimmering surface looked like it had been attacked violently, like a glass window that had taken hail damage. Craters and spider webbing from the cracks covered the surface.

No one would have seen it if they didn’t have magic in their blood, but they should have at least heard her attack. Based on the damage I could see, she had been wailing on my shield for a while. There was even a charred spot on the floor where she appeared to have resorted to throwing fireballs.

How had we been oblivious to this, and when did she do it?

She hadn’t been here during the attack on Cyrus, so it must have been before dinner. That would have left her time to get to Rona’s, attack her, and perform the ritual while we ate.

Meanwhile, I had been sitting at the hot springs with Natalie, distracted by the idea that I might be…

No. Don’t think about that. There are more important matters to deal with, and knowing won’t do anything other than distract me.

Still, the guards and servants, even Killian, should have heard it. Aisha and Margot, at the very least, should have recognized the sound of the magic slamming into my ward.

My skin prickled when I walked through it and opened the door to my tower. It felt like I was walking through a low-level electric fence. It was angry, yet so weak. I was almost expecting to find a trap in my tower, something to off me so Cora could be free of me and escape.

But my study was clear. There were no tricks or traps, just a safe door that, by the way the metal was bent, had been forced open, exposing that there were many missing valuables. The only thing that remained was the small vial of Rona’s blood. It was crusted to the glass, having dried up when she died.

Cora clearly had no use for it. Either that or she left it as a clue, wanting to lure me to Rona’s cottage so she could kill me too.

If the bears hadn’t attacked her, I had to imagine she had plans to deal with me. The real question was whether they got to her in time to prevent her from absorbing Rona’s powers. I could assume so since she hadn’t completed enough of the ritual to take Cyrus’s magic and seemed to be using Rona’s magic as a conduit to get to Cyrus.

But I had already made too many mistakes. I wouldn’t underestimate Cora, not after everything she had done and planned.

picturing the smug look she must have had on her face when she left

blood had been made my body stiffen, and my hands curled into fists. She would have gotten his blood one way or

feeding off my anger as I tried to push back the blame that rested squarely

swept through the tower, checking every corner, closet, and shadow. He would have smelt or felt

cut out the bottom chunk of my

I didn’t want everyone in my tower. Not that

all of

as he looked into

way or another, she still managed her most recent attack because of the blood I had been hiding. “We need to get the world

determined not to let him

of my head, and kissed my forehead,

harder this will be. I can’t let

and hugged me. “We have a world map in the command center. I’m

went into his office when he wasn’t there. A glance to my left and out my tower window showed a

ten feet tall, and I knew it was even wider. I nodded with determination. This could

want the tables and chairs out.” I gripped his hand, squeezing it appreciatively before releasing him and striding over to my cabinets

she couldn’t hide.

candles from my shelves. I sucked in a gasp of air, and it faded

about it, Joselin. Do your job. Now is

asked, moving to take the candles from me

realized how much I need to carry.” I moved past him, dropping my supplies onto my bed before grabbing my favorite dagger and adding it to the pile. It had drawn a lot of blood, and that made it powerful. For every life it took, that

blanket and lifted

by, the blanket of items thrown over his shoulder, and dropped a passing kiss against my lips. My lips curled up as I admired

a

table pieces against the wall. It seemed they had deconstructed it instead of trying to find another place to fit the giant slab

chairs lined the pathway as well, and I lifted my chin, satisfied that they had done what I needed

would rather I face off with Cora

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