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.

Joselin’s stomach. When she looked up and met my gaze, I shook my head discreetly, hoping

years. How rare can it be for male witches to be born? It’s not like you can kill off all the men and just pray for the women to

out like this because I was born outside, under the supermoon. What if spell casters are similar? Maybe these are all

strangle him. It had been 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

day.’ He flicked his finger against one of the unmoving pins before sitting back in his chair with a

to cover

if we are going to think straight,” Natalie said, standing from her

I knew he didn’t want to be alone and didn’t want to 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 his hand. His eyes dropped down to her touch, looking shocked by the gesture, but he flipped his hand

Joselin offered, and I immediately knew she would suggest taking the first shift since she had felt guilty about sleeping last

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

read about the history of the locations on her list. The room went silent, and she looked up with a roll of her eyes.

sucked in sharply under my hands

voluntarily going to sleep was slim to none. He made it clear that he didn’t like the darkness right now, and I

head, my nose brushing against Joselin’s head as I tried to take in her scent once more. It

what I was looking for besides a change.

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 see my beautiful mate round with our child. Even better, I couldn’t wait to hold our children, kiss them, and tuck them

thought to Joselin, and

thumb brushed in soft strokes over her stomach, and she looked

arms under Joselin’s knees and carrying her from the

on her sleep in front of

out behind us, “Take as long as you need.

a warm shower. I knew Joselin liked to rinse off before bed, and I wanted to ensure she was as comfortable

to her perfectly flat stomach and the curve of her hips, but they looked the same. I

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