The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 148

Forty-One: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Cyrus was like a puppy. For a spell caster, the first of his kind, he was very immature. I was surprised he lasted this long, but at least he had been smart enough to ask for help.

"But really, what's his deal?” He chimed for the fourth time this morning." Does he ever use the mind link, or is he just quiet all the time? I know he had his tongue. I saw it during dinner. Is he a mute? Doesn't that get tiresome, always having to guess what he wants or thinks?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I had found him babbling away with Blanche in the courtyard this morning. The two of them looked thick as thieves, facing each other under one of the trees with their bent knees pressed together as they laughed and spoke a mile a minute with each other.

She seemed to have rubbed off on him because he hadn't shut up since I ordered him to come with me. It was unfortunate for me, but at least he was in good spirits.

"Did he rub off on you? Are you not talking now either?" Cyrus laughed, his hand going up to his unruly blonde hair before sliding it down over his face. It amused me that he was thinking the same thing about Tobias and me as I was thinking about him and Blanche.

Maybe the two of them would be good together... or perhaps they would drive me insane.

"You're a child," I muttered, making him laugh harder. I had too much on my mind to come up with a better comeback, but he didn't care. He was amusing himself. It was fine by me as long as he didn’t expect me to respond to his millions of questions and sarcastic quips.

"I'm thirty-two. That's hardly a child."

That made me pause, my feet planted firmly as I spun to face him. Cyrus stumbled before turning to me with raised eyebrows. Small wrinkles were in the corners, but his bright, cheerful yellow eyes and boyish grin made me lean toward his early twenties.

"Thirty-two, and you're still this immature?" My eyes raked over him. He looked slightly healthier, but not by much, now that he was eating more and no longer living in the wild. Once he filled back out, he would probably look more his age.

"I was mature enough to come to you for help.” He quipped back with his goofy crooked smile. "I'm the first of my kind, not some all-powerful being.

I know when I am outmatched and when to put my pride aside. I don't want to be the last of my kind, and if that means living in the castle or the city, I will."

I nodded. That was fair. Cyrus may act immature with the little things, like a geeky teenager, but when it comes to important matters, he's smart about it. I admired that, even with multiple people trying to kill him, he kept his positive outlook on life and remained as positive and annoyingly happy as he was.

"Fair enough.’

He followed behind me as I made my way to Natalie's study. I knew she would be in there this time of the day, and we needed to talk.

The door opened on its own after I knocked, knowing better than to walk right into another witch's study and possibly disrupt them when they could be casting or focusing. That was an easy and stupid way to get maimed or killed.

Natalie and Aurora were sitting in front of the fireplace. I watched as the flame in Natalie's hand flew back to the large but controlled blaze before she turned to us with a large smile. The pride on her mother's face was undeniable, and it made my chest ache with jealousy that I had to push down.

There was no point in feeling that way when that motherly bond I had craved since I was a little girl was something I would never have. Even if I hadn't accidentally killed mine, she never would have accepted me. My mother didn't for the first eleven years of my life; why would the later years be any different?

"Good Morning, Josie!" Natalie greeted me, and I almost flinched at the affectionate tone and nickname. It wasn't the first time she had called me Josie, but now that we had cleared the air with all my insecurities about my position in the castle, it felt good to have her still treat me the way she used to.

There was no animosity toward me for snapping at her mate or accusing her of taking over my job. It hadn't been fair of me to lash out instead of just talking to her and Killian like three damned adults. It seemed I was immature too.

"Morning." I cleared my throat as Cyrus walked past me in awe, looking over all the shelves. "Have a minute?"

"Of course!" Natalie stood up, moving toward the round table by the window to sit, but kept a sharp eye on Cyrus as he explored her study. She was wise not to trust anyone freely. I was the same way, but I needed Cyrus to trust her. They would either need to bond or keep their distance and treat this as any job, with professionalism.

I strode toward the table, hating how formal this felt. But just like Cyrus had said for him coming to me, I could put my pride aside to ask for help when needed. Usually, I would go to Agatha as one of the only council members I trusted, but she died when Talia turned on us in the war a few months ago.

"My investigation into Rona has reached a bit of a turn, and things may be getting tense here soon. She either knows I was in her house or she will soon, but when she returns, she will focus on me." My fingers gripped the back of the chair as I tried not to let my emotions show.