The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 165

Fifty-Eight: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Cyrus threw up for a long while. The healers pushed me aside when it went from stomach acid to blood. As much as I detested vomit, even though I was able to hold back some of my own, I stayed. He needed people, and I needed answers.

A line of sweat appeared across his forehead, and every time his eyes instinctively closed as he lost his stomach, he would jerk them right back open. He hadn't been kidding about the darkness he saw when he closed his eyes.

He looked haunted and terrified. The man, who typically looked like a teenager, was nothing more than a scared little boy right now, and it broke my heart.

Tobias had his chest to my back with his hands on my hips. While half of my mind was on Cyrus in bed, there was nothing I could do until this wave of nausea passed.

The other half of my mind was zeroed in on how Tobias had his thumbs sliding along my waist to show that he supported me.

It was so comforting, but I was still waiting for him to tell me that I smelled different or that he could hear or feel a little heartbeat inside me. I wondered if he would know before I did since I was stalling.

Once again, I pushed aside those thoughts. I didn't have the courage to take a test right now, nor did I have the time to run to a store, get one and then take it without anyone seeing me.

Deal with Cora first.

I had to keep reminding myself to stay on task. Cora was the threat here; the potential of a baby inside me was not. It was a distraction, one that I could push aside until I received confirmation that it was even true. Until then, I could continue to pretend it wasn't real and focus on the actual issue.

When the healers stepped back, they looked uncertain and uneasy. Flora's hands were up like she was backing away from a rabid animal and looked exhausted.

She had healed him several times, but it hadn't held. Trauma and magic were powerful things.

a large sip, gargled it, and spat it into

I fought back the bile pushing

his hands on my hips slightly, and while he was worried, I also sensed his amusement at my

would look weak, and it would

as he moved his tongue around his mouth, more than likely still tasting his vomit. His lips pursed, and his eyelids lowered as his stomach jerked as if he were going to gag

delays. We needed to be ready to take

to her, to Rona. I don't know how it worked, and it was only for a short period." He looked off into the distance, his

me feel relieved. I knew she was a terror as a kid, and I assumed that Cora controlling her had been recent. So, I

Cora's leg to track her. Rona was trying to find out what Cora was up to, but she

This was it.

he swallowed it. "Rona suspected that Cora was after me after you brought me back here. That's why she was so determined to find out what I was. Rona didn't want my

rail of his bed to stay out of

ill of someone he had bonded with before they died. They may not have been friends or anything more

found a way to get to me without facing me." A tear leaked from his eye, and

my past actions, but those were all intentional, and I owned those. This one was unintentional, and that made it hit harder. If there was any question about my

his life would never be the same

trapped in her

only other person in the room who had been around Cora for most of his life, but he looked just as lost as I felt. Had Cora been

could remember, and I

saying that she should have done what she

him. "What had

if it was Rona pulling at the chains or if I was, but neither of us were strong enough to break free.

that had sent me flying across the dining hall when I was trying to save him. He had used his magic; he just used them through his body and hit me instead of through Rona's to get to Cora. I wasn't even sure if that was possible, but by his lack of attacks after, I had assumed Cora had gone far

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