The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 152

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.

can't pull back my magic when I'm not doing anything!’ I snapped, my head lifting off the bed to stare at the wide-eyed, young healer. The others were more experienced, but something about Flora told me she was the one to trust.

she had to worry about anymore. It was

find anything wrong!" She insisted defensively, dropping her hands." You aren't sick

back down to one to control my

doctors stepped forward, and I put my hand up. Until

was someone else taking my blood and fucking with me. "Don't

but my magic. The part of my soul that my kind can't live

asked, making everyone stop. That made three. He said three words in front of others today, the most he had spoken aloud

anger. If I couldn't see his eyes or feel him in

it could be. How could something as sacred as claiming a

him; I swallowed some of his blood.

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

been able to feel it if it was something in your stomach hurting

Hurting me.

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. "Trust

go to her before

so horrible with a single hair was possible. But if she could affect me this way, I couldn't imagine

talk to her... if

to step

no point in me being here." No amount of tests he could run

away as I swung my legs over

them with the rest of the council. Aisha, Margot, and... Cora. They were right before me,

eyes from 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

it hit me this hard with just a hair, I couldn't imagine how

Killian to

weather. " My forced smile didn't appease them as they watched

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

wore the 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 a week

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