The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 115

Ten: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Tobias had sat in the corner of the room, watching me for hours. Only this time, it didn't bother me. I forced myself not to think about him even though I could feel him.

I was so focused for a while that I forgot he was even there until he stood up, making me jump. I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he moved with purpose to the door before pausing and turning back to me.

'Josie,'' He started, and his voice made me swallow hard. His sudden shift in treatment toward me, the touching and flirting, made my name sound all the sweeter on his lips.

I resented it.

'I'm going down for dinner. Would you like to come?"

I knew he wasn't inviting me on a date. He would just walk me down to the dining hall, and we would go our separate ways to eat among the pack. Still, my heart beat faster at the invitation.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry." I stared down into the bowl with the small amount of blood I was able to pull from the ring. It should have been enough, but something was blocking me from taping into it.

While the challenge was intriguing, I was tired of struggling to find the answers I needed over the past few months without digging through book after book. Then again, if it was easy, the people we were up against wouldn't be considered threats.

I wasn't mad at him about Rona. I knew he was telling me the truth when he said he didn't touch her or encourage her. She was a crazy bitch, and how she spoke to me after I walked into the room was obviously an attempt to antagonize me.

"About this morning in the gym," he started, and I tensed as I waited, peeking up at him from beneath my eyelashes. "I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable. After what happened last night, it has been so fucking hard not to touch you today, not to drag you back here and finish what we started. I thought you were enjoying us sparring together."

I scoffed, lifting my head as I pursed my lips. "It wasn't about us training, Tobias. You only want to touch me now because I said I was done throwing myself at you. I don't appreciate that. Find some other toy to play with. You had your chance."

He let out a low growl, and I lifted my hand in his direction as he took a step forward. "You are not a toy."

"Don't, Tobias. You've been playing with my emotions for months now because you enjoyed me giving you my attention. Now that you don't have it, you are suddenly interested in me? Like I said, find someone else to play with. Don't be cruel." As I finished speaking, my voice started to crack, and I gritted my teeth together.

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but I wasn't in the mood for his back and forth. He didn't want me until he couldn't have me. That wasn't going to fly with me.

"I really don't have it in me to argue with you right now. Please don't make me kick you out of my tower. Go eat your dinner. I'm going to be working for a while." I looked back down at the ring. My long white hair fell over my shoulder, shielding me from being able to see him, but I released the breath I was holding when I heard the door shut and his footsteps retreating.

Even when he wasn't here, he was still a distraction. I was second- guessing sending him away even though I knew it was the right move for me.

I needed to focus on figuring out what Rona was up to.

There had to be a way for me to tap into her through her blood. I had done it before with others. The fact that I couldn't do it to her either meant that she had figured out a way to block me or I didn't have enough blood.

I was going to try everything I could, even if it took hours, and it did.

I had sealed myself in my tower for most of the night and the next day. No one was allowed in, and I refused to leave until I had no other option.

I sighed as my tower grew dark for the second time since collecting the blood. It would be easy to return to it again later, but the sooner I found out who was involved in the darkness afoot, the better. Whatever shield she had on her blood felt impossible to get through, but I would break it or her eventually.

I scowled at the bowl before locking the sample away in my vault with my other valuable collections. It had already been preserved, so I knew it would stay warm and liquid to work with later.

The clock on the wall told me I only had a few minutes, and I changed quickly before racing down to the kitchen. I didn't debate teleporting for a second. It was too mentally draining. Going into a place I wasn't sure I would make it out of, had no idea what was in there or who had sampled my blood, was exhausting.

A tray of brownies was sitting on the counter with foil over them, and I smiled widely. This was precisely what I needed. I smelled them as soon as I hit the hallway.

I tapped my nails on the counter as I looked at the time once more. Killian was only a few minutes late. I was sure they would be down soon. Based on what I had seen of their relationship, which had been far too much, they were probably fucking one out before coming down.

There was no need to grab plates. I doubted the food would last long enough between us to need them.