The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel 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.

Cyrus was handed a glass of water. He took a large sip, gargled it, and spat it into the bucket.

My stomach rolled, and my mouth watered as I fought back the bile pushing its way up my throat.

"Tell me what you know." My demand made Tobias tighten his hands on my hips slightly, and while he was worried, I also sensed his amusement at my statement. I needed to get answers and get the hell out of this room before I was sick too.

If I did that, I would look weak, and it would only raise suspicion. Neither of which I wanted.

"Always so pleasant," Cyrus muttered with a grimace of disgust 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 again, but instead, Cyrus took a deep breath and laid back.

"Now." I couldn't wait any longer. We didn't have time for more delays. We needed to be ready to take action as soon as we located Cora.

"It was like there was a flimsy wall between me and Rona. I could feel and see her, but she was trapped. I had been able to talk 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 eyes staying open abnormally long between each blink as if trying to avoid returning to the darkness.

"Cora was controlling her." My statement was met with a nod. We already knew that, but hearing the confirmation from someone who had actually been in Rona's head almost made me feel relieved. I knew she was a terror as a kid, and I assumed that Cora controlling her had been recent. So, I still wasn't a huge fan of Rona, but knowing that the motive behind her most recent actions wasn't her own, that she had been under someone else's control, made me hate her a little less.

"Yeah, but Rona had been resisting, fighting against her. She had been using Cora's leg to track her. Rona was trying to find out what Cora was up to, but she didn't figure it out until I showed up here."

This was it.

Cyrus took another sip of his water, shuttering as 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 power for herself; she just wanted to find Cora's weakness. She wanted to figure out what my connection to Cora was."

I moved forward, placing my hands on the foot rail of his bed to stay out of the way of any vomit or the healers in case they needed to rush to him again.