The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 82

Eighty-Two: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The hot water pounded on my back as I stood in Killian's arms beneath the spray of the shower. I didn't want to talk to him about it. The horrors of that world were too much for any living creature to have to experience.

I could still feel the chill that had settled deep into my bones, and my body trembled despite the heat I was surrounded by.

Killian had given up talking to me, asking me about it, and I couldn't get my thoughts together enough to form a cohesive sentence. Every shadow in the room danced, taunting me as if they were about to come alive and drag me back to that Hell.

My eyes closed as I let my forehead fall against Killian's chest, not bothered by the water the new position caused to run down my face. It was nice to be able to feel it. Anything other than cold and pain was welcomed.

"Your mother is impatient to talk to you," Killian mumbled against my head, pressing a kiss to it before pulling back and trying to look into my eyes as he gently pushed my face up from under my chin. "I think we should go see what she has to say."

I nodded even though I just wanted to curl up in the protective arms of my mate and never let him go. He felt like my lifeline, my tether to this realm. I knew it wasn't reasonable, but a small part of me was saying that if I lost the physical connection to him, I would be sent back to the darkness.

Killian grabbed my hand, seeming to understand my need for contact. No matter how small it was, he always stayed connected to me with a brush of his fingers or arm around me as we dressed.

The private dining room was packed. Including Joselin were the six council members, Charlie and Damien, and my mother filling the table, leaving only the seats for myself and Killian left empty. But there were also twice as many guards standing watch, not only outside the room but inside as well. It was something that had never happened before since I had been here.

Our dinners in this room had always been private. No ears outside the family had been allowed to listen in on our conversations until today.

It seemed getting sucked into an alternate universe changed a lot of things.

The council was oddly calm and civil as they stood, waiting for Killian and me to take our seats. No one said anything as Killian pulled me into his lap instead of pulling my chair out for me.

I couldn't look at them as I leaned against Killian's body. He placed his arm over my legs, using his other arm to hold me tightly to him. My gaze was locked on the wall as the shadows of that realm haunted my mind, taunting me. I felt painfully empty, but it was better than embracing the emotions hiding in the box I had shut them in.

follow anything they were saying. I was listening for another voice. The voice that had burned itself inside my head. I now knew that once I heard him, I wouldn't

"Natalie."

had been on the queen's bed. That had to have been a sign about her. I knew it was. I just

that she needed to die?

Bound in the blood...

that mean Killian and Charlie could

focus to Killian's breathing and his heartbeat. Focusing on the pure sound of his life force as his hand ran up and down my

"Natalie."

guards shifted their stance, moving weight from one leg to another, and my eyes shot up to him. I had seen him around before, standing closer to Killian's office, but I didn't know who he was. His eyes stayed glued

realm, the world around me didn't fade to grey until I reached Lillian's room. Was I there now

up to his chest, where

to my empty chair. Her pale green eyes were locked on

cringed back into Killian's chest. I just wanted to forget about it for right

forget it." She took a bite of her food but watched me like a

forget about it. "I did not see him. I

"What did you see?"

have had since the council arrived, and I almost wished for the

first, but no one could see me as I passed

everything started turning grey. He kept telling me.... " I paused as I watched Charlie's hand tighten around her glass, her knuckles turning white. "He just kept repeating it. When I refused to enter the room, the shadow men started running at me, attacking

men multiplied ... they just kept getting stronger until I was surrounded with their transparent

into the hallway, climbing up the walls and perching on the ceiling as

my flesh. The largest of the group lifted the crown, holding it over my head as it let out a loud demented laugh that terrified

out on my forehead in anticipation of the crown melting my flesh. No matter how loud I begged and pleaded, they didn't

wrapped around me, and the feeling in my body began to return. So, I fought and struggled, determined to break free. Only the warmth from the body reminded me

"Natalie."

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