The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 16

Sixteen: Natalie

Natalie’s p.o.v.

After collecting myself, I tried to leave the room, only to find the door sealed shut. Joselin was surely the culprit, and I mentally cursed the witch.

I could flick the lock back and forth and even turn the knob, but the door wouldn't budge.

When I knocked on it and received a rhythmic tapping in return, I knew Tobias was at least out there, guarding me still. It helped me to feel like I wasn't completely alone.

After the first two hours, I accepted that it was going to be a long night. I wasn't sure when dinner would be arriving or if it would at all, and I could only hope that Killian would at least make it home at a reasonable time.

After a long, hot shower, the sound of the bedroom door being slammed shut made me jump, and I wrapped the towel around me in a hurry. I could hear things being thrown around the room, and I tiptoed to the door, peering out through the crack into the bedroom. Killian stood with his hands gripping the edge of the dresser. The muscles in his back were moving, coiling, and tensing as he appeared to be fighting off the shift.

I had seen him angry before, but not like this. His reflection in the mirror showed that he was absolutely livid. His glowing red eyes were burning into the wood of the dresser top. I flinched as his arm swung out, and he knocked the candle from the wooden surface, the glass shattering as it collided with the wall next to my side of the bed.

The loud roar of anger that followed shook me to my core, but I wasn't scared. I was deeply worried for him. All rational thought to escape the violent and angered beast vanished from my mind, and I pulled the bathroom door open and rushed toward him.

"Killian," I called out softly, only an arm's length away.

to say anything as he turned to face me. I stood there in my towel with my hair dripping on the floor,

clearer now that I was so close. He wasn't

my last bit of hesitation, and I moved forward to wrap my arms around him. Killian raised

slow the longer I held him. I squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for the moment he would shut down and push me off him. Instead, I let out the breath I had been holding as his arms dropped down around me, and he

the moment if I spoke too

pushed my chest against him harder, hoping to keep my towel up as he moved to the armchair by the balcony doors. He sat

the arm of the chair. But I paused as Killian adjusted it for me, pulling it over my thigh and placing his hand on top to keep it from moving.

"Is he okay?"

I placed my head on his chest while my hands rested over his on my leg." He's dead.

eyes widened as my hand tightened on his

Vampires.

War and the aftermath of the battle had made sure of that. Those

of being fed from them was rumored to

last I heard, they were still discovering the remains of those establishments as the abandoned cities

and Killian pulled me in tighter

his arm, and I found myself placing it over his heart. The pounding beneath his ribs was soothing but far too fast.

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