Forty-Five: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

A ponytail.

A braid.

A bun.

A hat.

A fucking shaved head.

I could have done any number of things before going into Rona's house, but I didn't. I didn't think ahead. I didn't prepare. I went in half-cocked and risked everything.

Now it was coming back to bite me in the ass.

A hair. One hair.

This was Rona, I know it. The fucking she-devil was getting her revenge, and with a piece of my hair, when I couldn't do shit with her blood. Her fucking blood. Her life-source. It was infuriating that she was doing what I couldn't and doing it with so little.

"I need you to pull back." The healer, Flora, said for the hundredth time as she held her hands over me. Apparently, my magic, or magic in general, prevented her from seeing what was wrong. She said it was blocking her, like a wall.

Healers could see and treat injuries and damage to a living being. I didn't have an injury.

I had a vindictive witch trying to kill me from hundreds of miles away.

Tobias growled from my side, his hand still on my head, smoothing my hair back from my face like he was petting a dog. The hair I should have chopped off.

His demand for them to fix me without having to say the words was humorous, and if I weren't so angry at myself, I would have laughed.

Instead, I was fuming, my hands in fists at my sides with a healer rubbing her palms over my body, trying to find something...anything to keep the beast by my head from killing her.

the wide-eyed, young healer. The others were more experienced, but something about Flora told me she was the one to trust. She was strong and had healed me after I was stabbed, she had healed Natalie and Killian several times,

it wasn't Tobias she had to worry about anymore. It was me. I

defensively, dropping her hands." You aren't sick or

going back down to one to control my temper, but

forward, and I put my hand up. Until I dealt with Rona, they wouldn't

my blood and fucking with me. "Don't bother. You won't

body Rona was targeting but my magic. The part of my soul that my kind can't live without. Once she

stop. That made three. He said three words in front of others

but was masking it with anger. If I couldn't see his eyes or feel

There was no way it could

marked him; I swallowed some of

I let out a relieved sigh. Good. Tobias didn't seem to agree, and his shoulders curled so

feel it if it

Hurting me.

was the wrong choice of words for Tobias to hear, and he rubbed his hand over his mouth. He didn't believe her, and I reached up and touched his side. "It wasn't the blood," I assured him.

Rona didn't return soon to face me, I would have to go to her before I became too weak to fight her. I wouldn't let that hag take me

Rona had drained her mother of her power and killed her, but no one knew how. I wouldn't have thought doing something so horrible with a single hair was possible. But if she

needed to see and talk to her... if she was

tried to

sick or injured, so there is no point in me

Flora stepped away as I swung my legs over the edge of

the council. Aisha, Margot, and... Cora. They were right before me, alive and not trying to

going to Cora. The middle-aged woman had her weight on her good leg, her prosthetic on display with the shorts she had on. But it was how healthy she looked that confused me. Was Rona

hard with just a hair, I couldn't imagine how easily she would decimate Cora once she

away from Killian to approach me. "You

my head. "Nothing happened. Just feeling a little under the weather. " My forced

them just the same. We had already determined that Rona was either controlling someone or was being controlled, but the other party involved had yet to be determined. Until it did, I wouldn't trust anyone besides Killian, Natalie,

same charm that I did. After the last war, when someone tried to control Killian and his sister Charlie, I personally checked and confirmed the protection enchantment on their pendants at least once

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