The Beast And The Blessed

Fourteen: Tobias

Tobias's P.O.V.

I growled as I threw another collection of old, stained floorboards into the back of my truck. It wasn't often that I drove it. I despised the sound of the large machine, and being trapped inside the cage felt suffocating, but in times like this, I had no other choice.

Neighbors, who had done nothing for years when they heard the crying or screaming inside my childhood home, were outside watching as I gutted the house as quickly as possible. The new flooring order wouldn't arrive for a couple of weeks, but I felt my chest grow lighter with every floorboard I ripped up.

The longer I stayed in the house, the less I seemed to notice Ana's scent. It hurt to know that the last piece of her I had was about to be thrown out. Still, as I dropped the last load of the blood-stained wood into the truck bed, a little bit of the guilt I had been carrying lessened.

It was a step closer to leaving my past behind and moving forward to the future, toward Joselin.

I worked until the sun started falling, returned home to shower, and then went to the dining hall.

The head table was empty, and I glared at the door impatiently to catch a glimpse of my witch. Her smell was so unmistakable that it was as if she were in the room with me, and my nerves drove me wild. I needed to tell her about Ana and that I was finally getting closure. I needed to ask her to consider giving me a little more time.

My spine straightened as the doors were pulled open, and Joselin walked in, her hand in the crook of another man's arm. I felt my stomach twist, and I saw red. Her gaze slid right over me as if I was just another face in the crowd, and I wanted to jump over the table, throw her over my shoulder, and take her back to my house.

A sickly, sweet smell rolled off her as she walked by, and I growled as I saw a bite mark on her perfect flesh. Siren.

Had she not learned her lesson the last time?

Joselin's head turned, looking over at me at the sound, but she kept her lips pressed together as she walked by.

I knew exactly who the man was. We had been warned of his arrival in the castle, but I hadn't expected my witch to be with him.

He smiled brightly at her, enamored by her beauty, and it made me want to kill him. But he was Natalie’s brother, technically a member of the royal family. As much as I wanted to kill him, I had to restrain myself.

Still, he needed to leave before I took his departure into my own hands.

have seen her. Joselin was incredible. I've never seen someone fight like that!“ The man offered Joselin a piece of bread as he boasted about her, and she accepted

Natalie said, and I smirked as I knew she had my back. Joselin turned to glare at the queen before looking

baby. Eyes

his elbow bumping against my woman's, and I growled again, not bothering to look away from Joselin to the newcomer. I had gone all day without seeing her, without her scent and her touch. If anyone took her

at him and skewer him to his chair. The fact that he knew how long Joselin had been in my life told me

forced her eyes away as one

knew she could. Her perfect legs pressed together, and I licked my lips when she looked

you worry. I'll ease that ache for you real fucking

watched her lips wrap around the utensil. Everything about her was

ignored them, focusing only on my

Joselin said, tearing her eyes away from her plate to look at

me take you dancing tomorrow." He repeated, and I felt my eyes burn as they turned black when my beast came forward. One more word from his mouth, and I would

me." She smirked, but I didn't miss how she lit up at the

we would move well together." He responded, and my nails extended as I held

their trip. The conversation flowed from there,

needed to be said as I approached the door, silently calling her to follow me. I

next to one of the conference rooms down the hall, and only a second later, she emerged from the dining room. Her

walked, her chin up and back straight, her heels clicking

greeted, stopping a few feet away and facing me head-on. The sound of my name on her lips

forcing the conference room

a dangerous game." I growled, nipping her earlobe gently. The smell of her desire was prominent, and I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes from her body and sink into her as deeply as I could

were hard and clipped, but her hands rested on my shoulders as

released a sweet little sigh

My lips brushed against hers as I spoke, and she trembled in my hold as the hand around her waist slid lower until

her skin where my mark

She was still mine. She just needed

to mark her just yet. Not without talking to her or asking her if she