The Blessed And The Beast

Fifty-Seven: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

I left the crystal hanging from the dagger in the ceiling.

Two guards were tasked with the job of watching and writing down every location Cora went to. Once we had all the data, we would have a better chance of figuring out what she was up to. Once we found her final location, we could attack. But first, we needed to be prepared for whatever trap she was setting.

The thought that she could be going around and capturing innocent witches, draining them to become stronger, came to mind. But she was moving too fast as she popped from place to place. She was going to exhaust herself and her magic quickly.

I sprinted down the halls, Tobias hot on my heels. The guards opened the door to Natalie’s study for me before I reached it, and I barreled in.

They had brought up a bed from the infirmary. Flora and one of the other healers hovered over Cyrus, asking him questions. But his eyes were locked on me, and he didn’t answer a single one.

The need to drop to my knees and apologize was burning through me. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but my regret and guilt turned my stomach to stone.

His pale yellow eyes looked dull and lifeless as he ignored the healers. I stepped toward him, his eyes welled with tears, and my hesitant steps turned into a jog as I rushed across the room.

I had never been one to seek physical affection or comfort from others,and giving it to them was just as out of character. But seeing the familiar anguish and hopelessness in Cyrus’s eyes, I couldn’t help myself from wrapping my arms around him and holding his head to my chest as he cried.

The room remained silent; even Tobias didn’t react to the intimate moment. I think they were all too stunned by my reaction. Even I was a bit taken aback.

Still, seeing the man, the one who had wormed his way into my family and my heart like the little brother I never had, crying broke me.

My fingers combed through his blonde hair as I pulled myself up to sit next to him on his bed, and he gripped my waist. He felt so vulnerable and weak.

For once, it was something that I didn’t hold over him like I would anyone else.

Talia had raised me to see weakness as a flaw, something that made people worth less. She was wrong. She had been wrong about everything.

words had me holding him tighter, wanting to stop his pain and fight his demons. My chest was growing wet with what I could only assume were tears and snot as he let

I felt my eyes well up, and my lips trembled. It took a moment for me to collect myself, to swallow down the emotion that it wasn’t my turn to show. Once I was calm, I pressed a firm kiss to his

than any physical pain ever could.” I felt

the

Tobias’s eyes, and

Tell him something to

my cheek on Cyrus’s head as I tried to think about what helped me. I had been a tortured soul when I was brought here. The trauma I experienced shaped me into the fucked

He felt and looked like a drop of sun in a dark world. After he pulled me out,

and questions were flung at me from all angles, but I pressed myself into that boy’s side

mate link and felt warmth flow through our bond from him at my words. ‘It was you. You were what gave me hope and kept me alive. Have some guards collect Blanche and some of her belongings. She should

knew Tobias would run it by Killian and then do as I requested

will be less and less. At first, it may be every night.

was so hard to comfort other

me to protect him, and I handed him over on a silver platter. No. He couldn’t know that this had happened because of me and the blood I had taken from him. Not right

like I had unintentionally betrayed him in the worst possible way, I had to be the person he could count

“I could feel her cutting into my flesh

like stone. The morning Tobias tied me up, the brief second of fear that I was back in

of my past from my mind, but I would have reacted differently if it hadn’t been over fifteen years since that traumatic experience. I had worked hard to overcome my trauma. Cyrus still

I heard Natalie sniffle behind me.’ How… I can’tJt was so dark in

But you made it. You’re going to be okay.” I whispered, pulling his face back against me. It wasn’t just because I wanted to comfort him. I also couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t see the despair and the way his eyes

expressions on his sleeve, and anyone who saw him could see that today… he had died a little inside. Part of him had been stolen, and he would spend a long time trying to figure out how to get that part

going to be the one to tell him that. I was here to support him. People didn’t seek me out for comfort, so I had to imagine the he wanted me because I had

wanted the reminder that people could survive what he went through. I wasn’t

you are ready, we can even call Blanche in. I’m sure she would love to

heartbreaking, and he sniffled. ’She didn’t

you could pull off these marks as well as