The Blessed And The Beast

Sixty-Three: Tobias

Tobias’s P.O.V.

“Do we have anything on these locations being tied to a spell caster?” Joselin asked with exhaustion thick in her voice as she leaned her head back in her chair. “If Cora’s family took part in killing off all the male witches to keep control of the council, maybe there was something at each location that was tied to one of those spell casters?”

“We don’t have anything on spell casters, to begin with. Cora took that book; her family probably took and destroyed everything else over the years.” Charlie sighed, having joined us with Damien and Killian after getting Killian’s work done for the day. “Plus, that would be a lot of spell casters if one was killed at each location.”

“Well, her family and the original female council wiped out an entire gender of witches. I imagine there would have been a lot of them.’ Joselin responded half-heartedly. She sounded exhausted. “I wonder how many she has killed over the years without anyone knowing.’

The sun had set long ago, and I was beginning to feel anxious.

If my suspicions about Joselin were correct, she needed all the rest she could get. It was bad enough that she had to deal with the stress of this situation. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair with a groan of annoyance.

My fingers tapped against the table loudly, and I could see Cyrus growing more frustrated and angry by the sound.

I tapped a little louder, almost wanting to egg him on. He was struggling but had also snapped at my mate too many times tonight.

I was itching to knock him out.

It would shut him up and make it so Joselin could get some rest without the guilt of leaving him alone to search for answers. Because of the guilt of what happened with his blood, she had already allowed him to get away with things she would normally have thrown someone through a wall for.

My gaze shot to Joselin as she slid her chair back and stood, giving up on finding comfort. A smile stretched over my face when she walked over and sat on my lap, leaning back against my chest and resting her head on my shoulder.

That’s right, sweetheart. I’m here.

My hands instantly went to her stomach, holding her to me. When she was ready, she would tell me. Until then, I would continue to show her how much I loved and supported her. But that also meant that I would take care of her, even when she didn’t think it was okay to put herself first.

smiling softly at my hands on Joselin’s stomach. When she looked up and met my gaze, I shook my head discreetly, hoping

you can kill off all the men and just pray for the women to stop birthing boys. There would have been at

kept her back against my chest. “Unless it is rare. Think about it. I was born to human parents, and I’m pretty sure I only came out like this because I was born outside, under the supermoon. What if spell casters are similar? Maybe these are all locations where spell casters had been birthed. I don’t know what she would get from those places, but maybe that is what they all have in common. Cyrus, when and

our only real lead, and he was not contributing. He barely took his eyes off the map, looking from one red pin to the next as if he were expecting them to

Not the day.’ He flicked his finger against one of the unmoving pins before

overtop mine to

to get some rest if we are going

give Cora more time to execute whatever plan she was working on. Blanche sat in the seat next to him, finally tired enough to shut up, but she reached over and grabbed

sleeping last night. I slipped my hand to her hip, pinching her gently when she

would take the first shift for her if that meant that she could get

on her list. The room went silent, and she looked up with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not a bitch all

my

to sleep was slim to none. He made it clear that he didn’t like

to take in her scent once more. It was stronger than it used to be, but I smelled nothing that would confirm if she was pregnant.

close to a pregnant woman and didn’t know what I was looking for

with her… Goddess, I wanted them, but now that it was a possibility, I didn’t realize how badly I needed them. I wanted enough to make my own pack. I couldn’t wait to

some sleep,’ I thought

in soft strokes over her stomach, and she looked down as if

under Joselin’s

annoyance at her placing a time limit on her sleep in front of a room full of people. She needed more

you need. We need everyone as well-rested as they can

in her tower in seconds, and I quickly moved to the bathroom and started a warm shower. I knew Joselin liked to rinse off before bed, and I wanted

eyes from dropping down to her perfectly flat stomach and the curve of her hips, but they looked the same. I knew they would, but a man can dream. When she was ready, she

the time we got into bed, Joselin looked wide awake. I could practically hear