The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 139

Thirty-Three: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

My arms were crossed over my chest, my fingers tapping against my bicep as I debated my next move.

Cyrus had been good for the past few days, and after I spent another frustrating week trying to tap into Rona's blood, I couldn't help myself. The vial of his blood had been calling out to me, tempting me.

He wouldn't notice a single drop gone, and it's not like he would feel me messing with it. Rona had only known I stole her blood because of our fight. She had figured me out.

She wasn't as stupid as I had hoped, and I had to give her credit. It was just too bad for her that she thought I was stupid too and only had that small sample of her blood in the bowl she stole from me.

Cyrus already knew I had his blood.

It dropped to the bowl with a small splash. When the light hit it, I immediately held the entire vial up to my face, wanting a closer look. The unique pattern of black lines in the liquid differed from any other magical creature that had ever bled for me.

It was unique and intriguing, yet familiar. I had only seen it once before... in my blood. I knew we weren't related, at least not closely. But it gave me some insight into his power level. He was strong.

I thanked my mother's inability to hold me in for my powers. She told me the story and showed me her pregnancy pictures. The images stopped the day she had me. Why would she want to document the proof that she had built and pushed a witch from her human uterus?

No, she wouldn't. There were no pictures of me as a baby or a kid.

But the story of my birth answered all my questions, and I had to wonder if Cyrus had a similar one.

My parents had been speeding down the highway, trying to get to the hospital in the middle of the night. The streets were empty, and they knew they wouldn't make it. How could they when I gave them no choice? My mother said I had army-crawled right out of her.

They had to pull over to the side of the road. My father ran around to my mother's side of the car, opened the door, and helped my mother hold her legs up as she sat sideways.

He was the first to hold me, but I didn't know how long that lasted.

Because there, under the Supermoon, the point where the full moon was at its closest to Earth, I opened my eyes for the first time, and they saw their failure. It surprised me that they hadn't left me on the side of the road.

I had researched births under different cycles in the moon and Earth's orbit, but I had never found anything concrete to connect my birth to my powers. That didn't mean the suspicion wasn't in the back of my mind.

I had made a note to talk to Cyrus about his birth, but I didn't get the chance. He stayed locked in his room whenever Rona was around, doing his best to avoid her like the socially awkward man he was. Since she refused to leave and had made it a point to corner him every chance she got, that also meant that he had resorted to hiding away most of the day.

My finger stopped tapping against my bicep as I let out a frustrated breath and gave in.

I knocked as I simultaneously twisted the doorknob, pushing it open to find Killian sitting on the black leather couch in his office with his forearm over his eyes.

"I do not remember saying you could enter." Killian groaned, his body still as he turned his head toward the wall and adjusted his arm to keep them over his eyes.

He should know better by now. After all these years, I never waited for him to invite me in. I made myself at home. Only now, I at least confirm I wouldn't be walking into anything x-rated before I do so.

I smirked, seeing the empty, oversized chair behind his desk, and closed the door behind me as I moved to sit in it. My hands grabbed the armrests as I leaned back, feeling even more powerful as I spun the chair to align with the desk, facing the door.

The cushions sank down as I relaxed into it.

"Get out of my chair." Killian groaned again, but I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"I need to do something, and I'll need to ask for your help," I stated, pulling the bottom drawer of his desk open. The stash of junk food he kept in the back of the drawer was almost gone, and I let out a breath, knowing it meant he was stressed.

"Can it wait?" He grumbled. I glanced up at him and pushed a few bags of chips to the side to look for something sweet, but not find anything.

The drawer made a loud noise as I slammed it shut with frustration. "No."

I knew I was running out of time. Someone would come to interrupt us soon, or Natalie would show up. It didn't feel intentional, but I was sure it had to do with their mate bond.

"Why are you in a pissy mood today? Did you not get laid last night?" I laughed as I laced my fingers together over my stomach and sat back.

I barely had time to blink before the throw pillow that had been under his head smacked me in the face. He kept it there specifically for when he needed a break, and as it fell to the desk, I watched as flames consumed it.

"I needed that," Killian mumbled without looking, knowing exactly what I was doing to it from the sound and smell it gave off.