The Beast And The Blessed

Thirty-Five: Natalle

Natalie’s P.O.V.

I had woken up alone before. I had woken up with him holding me. But this morning, I woke up to a gentle kiss on my lips as he whispered goodbye. My sleepy heart began to race instantly, hammering away in my chest at the sweet moment.

When he wanted to be, the man could be smooth. I would give him that.

I cracked my eyes open and watched him walk out of the room. Only this time, his shoulders looked lighter as he left to complete his royal duties. It made me happy to see that our conversation over the past two nights had been beneficial.

There were things that I needed to change and things that he needed to change. But overall, the changes. were happening, and they were positive.

It made me smile as I considered stopping by his office later to see him. Perhaps I would bring him food, or maybe I would be the food.

I pictured him laying me down on his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned out his name. Yes, visiting him at work sounded like a great idea.

The loud banging on my bedroom door was familiar, and I knew I was safe, but the feeling of dread washed over me when I realized I still needed to swallow my pride and apologize to Joselin. I still didn’t like that she had tried to invade my mind, but at least she wasn’t sleeping with Killian.

door opened silently, as the witch walked in. I was cautious as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from my dresser, not quite trusting her

led from the sitting room

still took me by surprise. I had grown used

sorry. I assumed the worst, and I had no right to do that. I was jealous of how much time you spend with Killian and how close you two are.

I had plans to make your shower

with bewilderment. “You have an

way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that she was embarrassed. “I’ve never had a lot of experience with it. Men love to sleep with me because of my looks and power. They think of me as some trophy, but we don’t talk. When I saw you in that vision,

I finished for her as she trailed off, noticing as the

seemed to slow and still. They

arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

have never liked me. They fear me. She said as she looked up at me with a blank expression. “When I was born with white eyes to human parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in every exorcist

a human. They seemed to agree that they would need to bleed me out during a ritual under the full moon to do it. I remember as they chained me down, carved

powerful I was, even that young. Once they had tethered my magic to theirs, I was able to drain them of everything they had, killing them in the process. Their magic now

of emotions in her voice was alarming, and I watched her closely.