The Beast And The Blessed

Fifty-Seven: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

I left the crystal hanging from the dagger in the ceiling.

Two guards were tasked with the job of watching and writing down every location Cora went to. Once we had all the data, we would have a better chance of figuring out what she was up to. novelxo Once we found her final location, we could attack. But first, we needed to be prepared for whatever trap she was setting.

The thought that she could be going around and capturing innocent witches, draining them to become stronger, came to mind. But she was moving too fast as she popped from place to place. She was going to exhaust herself and her magic quickly.

I sprinted down the halls, Tobias hot on my heels. The guards opened the door to Natalie's study for me before I reached it, and I barreled in.

They had brought up a bed from the infirmary. Flora and one of the other healers hovered over Cyrus, asking him questions. But his eyes were locked on me, and he didn't answer a single one.

The need to drop to my knees and apologize was burning through me. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but my regret and guilt turned my stomach to stone.

His pale yellow eyes looked dull and lifeless as he ignored the healers. I stepped toward him, his eyes welled with tears, and my hesitant steps turned into a jog as I rushed across the room.

I had never been one to seek physical affection or comfort from others, novelxo and giving it to them was just as out of character. But seeing the familiar anguish and hopelessness in Cyrus's eyes, I couldn't help myself from wrapping my arms around him and holding his head to my chest as he cried.

The room remained silent; even Tobias didn't react to the intimate moment. I think they were all too stunned by my reaction. Even I was a bit taken aback.

Still, seeing the man, the one who had wormed his way into my family and my heart like the little brother I never had, crying broke me.

My fingers combed through his blonde hair as I pulled myself up to sit next to him on his bed, and he gripped my waist. He felt so vulnerable and weak.

For once, it was something that I didn't hold over him like I would anyone else.

Talia had raised me to see weakness as a flaw, something that made people worth less. She was wrong. She had been wrong about everything.

his pain and fight his demons. novelxo My chest was growing wet with what I could only assume were tears and snot as

shook back and forth slowly as I felt my eyes well up, and my lips trembled. It took a moment for me to collect myself, to swallow down the emotion that it wasn't my turn to show. Once I was calm, I pressed a firm

soul open is traumatizing and hurts more than any physical pain ever could." I felt his fingertips press harder into my back, and I clenched

had been the wrong thing

and I

sweetheart. Tell him something to look

been a tortured soul when I was brought here. The trauma I experienced shaped me into the fucked up person

was hiding in that hollowed log, that little boy popping his head inside and offering me his hand changed my life. He felt and looked like a drop of sun in a dark world. After he pulled me out, I refused to let him

by an oversized jacket, and questions were flung at me from all angles, but I pressed myself into that boy's side

You were what gave me hope and kept me alive. Have some

response. I knew Tobias would run it by Killian and then do as I requested immediately. He trusted

less and less. novelxo At first, it may be every night. Then every other night. Until eventually, you only think or dream about it every

It was so hard to comfort other

it was all my fault? novelxo He asked me to protect him, and I handed him over on a silver platter. No. He couldn't know that this had happened because of me and the blood I had taken from

needed someone he trusted, and even though I felt like I had unintentionally betrayed him in the worst possible way, I had to be the person

eyes boring into mine. "I could feel her cutting into my flesh and the chains

would feel like stone. The morning Tobias tied me up, the

differently if it hadn't been over fifteen years since that traumatic experience. I had

cracked, n.ove.lx.o and I heard Natalie sniffle behind

against me. It wasn't just because I wanted to

saw him could see that today... he had died a little inside. Part of him had been stolen, and he would spend

him. People didn't seek

he went through. I wasn't the same

throat. "You aren't alone. When you are ready, we can even call Blanche in. I'm sure she would love to see you. Having people around you who

don't think souls can heal." His mutter was heartbreaking,

'Please. As if you could pull off these marks as well