The Beast And The Blessed

Seven: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Natalie dodged effortlessly as I swung at her. It was challenging to balance the need to get my frustration out and not hurt her. I knew she could handle herself, but I was going easy on her, and she knew it.

’This is ridiculous," Natalie said as she stopped. "Are you trying to let me win?”

She placed her hands on her hips, and her glare made me smile. "Yes. It's to boost your confidence, so when I take you to the ground in a minute, you won't be upset by how easily I do it."

Several people laughed, including Natalie. She threw her head back. Her long brown hair was in a high ponytail and swayed behind her slightly as she let out the musical sound. She may not have grown up as royalty, but she sure had it mastered after the few months she had been here.

Everything about her was flawless, and I was positive that if she were to shit her pants right now, she would still find a way to do it with dignity and grace.

"Then perhaps you need a stronger opponent to really challenge you." Her smile widened, and I saw a mischievous glint flash in her eye as her gaze flickered over my shoulder. I didn't need to turn around to know Tobias was lifting weights on the other side of the large room.

From the second he entered the room, I felt his eyes on me, making me second-guess every move I made. It was impossible to focus with him here, but I did what I needed to do. Until the pain in my chest stopped, I needed to pretend everything was the same as a few months ago. A time when we were friends and civil. I had kept my feelings to myself as much as possible and hadn't fallen all over myself trying to get him to notice me as more... and, in turn, fell all over him too.

"Don't interfere, Natalie," I said lowly, praying that he couldn't hear me but knowing he would. Still, my heart dropped, and my hands went clammy when I heard the sound of large weights falling to the ground.

but I could feel him moving closer. Natalie leaned in, whispering into my ear softly. ’I really didn't. I

a silent plea to be a good friend and save me from him. I wasn’t ready to touch him again, not so soon. She looked torn, and for a moment, I

and I turned slowly, keeping my gaze on his chest. A light sheen of sweat covered his torso, his muscles swollen and bulging from his workout. He had the kind of build that made me

wrapped around my wrist.

Traitor.

thought that I could be okay with a scar of his hand around my arm swam through my mind. It would be his mark, even if it wasn't the one I wanted. I would be able to carry

just how insane this man had made me.

together in irritation as I ripped my arm out of his grip,

to insist

side as he swung his

and I could see he was enjoying this. It was a sick game of cat and mouse as I threw jab after jab at him and dodged his attacks. His smirk and the heated look

torture, and I knew as his eyes melted from their usual

so loud that it was distracting, but I did

out of me, but my head was cradled in the palm of his hand. He wasted no time setting it down as he

down to my mouth, making me hold my breath. My usual confidence had taken a blow last night, or I would have lifted my head up and

rejection again, not so soon. I felt like Tobias was playing

been making an advance on him, I

enjoyed