The Beast And The Blessed

Sixty-Three: Tobias

Tobias's P.O.V.

“Do we have anything on these locations being tied to a spell caster?" Joselin asked with exhaustion thick in her voice as she leaned her head back in her chair. “If Cora's family took part in killing off all the male witches to keep control of the council, maybe there was something at each location that was tied to one of those spell casters?”

"We don't have anything on spell casters, to begin with. Cora took that book; her family probably took and destroyed everything else over the years." Charlie sighed, having joined us with Damien and Killian after getting Killian's work done for the day. "Plus, that would be a lot of spell casters if one was killed at each location."

“Well, her family and the original female council wiped out an entire gender of witches. I imagine there would have been a lot of them.’ Joselin responded half-heartedly. She sounded exhausted. "I wonder how many she has killed over the years without anyone knowing.’

The sun had set long ago, and I was beginning to feel anxious.

If my suspicions about Joselin were correct, she needed all the rest she could get. It was bad enough that she had to deal with the stress of this situation. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair with a groan of annoyance.

My fingers tapped against the table loudly, and I could see Cyrus growing more frustrated and angry by the sound.

I tapped a little louder, almost wanting to egg him on. He was struggling but had also snapped at my mate too many times tonight.

I was itching to knock him out.

It would shut him up and make it so Joselin could get some rest without the guilt of leaving him alone to search for answers. Because of the guilt of what happened with his blood, she had already allowed him to get away with things she would normally have thrown someone through a wall for.

My gaze shot to Joselin as she slid her chair back and stood, giving up on finding comfort. A smile stretched over my face when she walked over and sat on my lap, leaning back against my chest and resting her head on my shoulder.

That's right, sweetheart. I'm here.

My hands instantly went to her stomach, holding her to me. When she was ready, she would tell me. Until then, I would continue to show her how much I loved and supported her. But that also meant that I would take care of her, even when she didn't think it was okay to put herself first.

she was smiling softly at my hands on Joselin's stomach. When she looked up and met my gaze, I shook my head discreetly, hoping she would understand that Joselin

would have heard something about it over the years. How rare can it be for male witches to be born? It's not like you can kill off all the men and just pray for the women to stop birthing boys. There would have been at least hundreds, if not thousands, of reports each year of

under the supermoon. What if spell casters are

only real lead, and he was not contributing. He barely took his eyes off the map, looking from one red pin to the next as if he were expecting them

the month and year. Not the day.’ He flicked his finger against one of the unmoving pins

her hands from overtop mine to cover her mouth before melting

we are going to think straight," Natalie said, standing

alone and didn't want to give Cora more time to execute whatever plan she was working on. Blanche sat in the seat next to him, finally tired enough to shut up, but she reached over and grabbed his hand. His eyes dropped down to her touch, looking shocked by the gesture, but he flipped

since she had felt guilty about sleeping last night. I slipped my hand to her hip, pinching her gently when she opened her mouth to speak again. Her jaw

shift for her if

can stay," Aisha said, never taking her eyes away from the laptop in front of her as she continued to read about the history of the locations on her list. The room went silent, and she looked up with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not a bitch all the time, and I've

my

all knew Cyrus would stay. The chance of him voluntarily going to sleep was slim to none. He made it clear that he didn't like the darkness right now, and I doubted he would want to

scent once more. It was stronger than it used to be, but I smelled nothing

so close to a pregnant woman and didn't know what I was looking for besides

needed them. I wanted enough to make my own pack. I couldn't wait to see my beautiful mate

some sleep,' I thought to

soft strokes over her stomach, and she looked down as if contemplating before giving in.

arms under Joselin's knees and carrying her from the room.

in annoyance at her placing a time limit on her sleep in front

long as you need. We need everyone as

shower. I knew Joselin liked to

eyes from dropping down to her perfectly flat stomach and the curve of her hips, but they looked the same. I knew they would, but a man can dream. When she was

awake. I could practically hear the gears in her head