Page 199 of To Free a Soul
At least Lindiwe felt better after not only confronting Jabez on the ruined rubble of his castle after he and Zylah went to the village, but also discovering he’d since left Earth as well afterwards. She only knew that because their ability to scry for Zylah was murky and indecipherable, similarly to what happened with Merikh.
She didn’t know how to tell Magnar and Delora the news, but figured in due time it would be revealed on its own, or it would work itself out.
She had her own issues to contend with, and they revolved around a strange entity that had never touched life. Right now, Weldir needed her more, even if he never stated so.
When they arrived above the edge of the Veil, the view of it before them went on forever into the horizon. The midafternoon sun was pleasant. Even in the forest of the surface, shielded bydappled light and much shade, it was bright enough that it was very pretty.
She hadn’t expected to hear a hard thud the moment her feet touched the earth. Or to turn around and find Weldir with his butt on the ground and a pained cringe marring his face.
He placed his hand over his brow to shield his eyes. “Too bright.”
He considers this dimness bright?
He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to it with squinted eyes. “Perhaps it would have been best to come here at night.”
“Are you okay?” she asked, bending over with a frown. “Why are you on the ground?”
A loud, boisterous laugh came from him, frightening off whatever birds dared to land this close to the Veil. Their departure was punctuated with squawks.
“I wasn’t expecting my body to feel so heavy,” he answered warmly, bringing his feet closer with his knees bent. He rested his forearms on his thighs and looked around with a grin. “I’m used to feeling nothing and being in weightlessness.Gravityisn’t something I’ve ever experienced. Nor this light.” He looked up at the canopy of intersecting branches as his pointed ears flicked wildly. “I’m not used to so much noise either. I... need a moment.”
Lindiwe couldn’t imagine what all this must be like for him, or how overwhelming it must be. She’d kind of expected that he’d just step onto Earth and be fine, like it mattered little to him and the changes would be absorbed in the manner of some arrogant, overly confident god.
His reaction is so... human, she thought fondly, as she knelt between his legs and rested her backside on her heels.
She watched as he lifted the back of a void-black hand to play with the light as it streaked across the back of his knuckles, then turned his face in the direction of a chilly wind. His flesh rosewith goosebumps just as he shivered, but he didn’t complain. The nostrils of his straight nose flared as he sniffed the air, and his gaze seemed to follow whatever scent caught his attention.
It was impossible to know exactly where his onyx eyes were looking, but the light wind made his long black eyelashes flutter, and he closed one eye in reaction. His hair, around two inches in length, wasn’t as wispy as it was before, but it danced around his forehead, ears, and his long horns.
He reached sideways a little to pick up a twig and sniff it, then a leaf, and even, surprisingly, a rock.
His gaze was curious, although it didn’t particularly appear awestruck. Just someone absorbing a maelstrom of sensations all at once and attempting to adjust while remaining overly calm.
She remained with him silently, having no need to insert herself into the moment. She’d placed herself in a way that he could lean on her, should he need it.
At the same time, she felt her heart growing... shy.
Seeing him in brightness was different. His golden bones seemed to hide from the light but also became more pronounced at the same time. The blackness of his spectral form was darker and more pronounced in shadows, yet in the light, the gold was brighter and seemed to almost glow.
It reminded her of how a set of eyes could appear so different when one was in the shade and the other in sunlight.
It also made his features more recognisable, and the man was gorgeous to the point that it was heart-stuttering. Honestly, she wanted to cover his face in a burlap sack and hide it so not even the forest critters could become lost to his magnificent allure.
His eyebrows were strong, twin arches of thick black hair. His straight, softly aquiline nose led to thin and firm lips. His jaw was broad, his chin round, and his cheeks high. The masculine lump at the front of his throat bobbed up and down as heswallowed, and it instantly called Lindiwe to lean under his chiselled jaw and lick across it.
His eyes had always been riveting, but the obsidian pools were more hypnotising than before.
And his body... Lindiwe wanted to groan while biting her lip.
He wasn’t overly muscled. He had the evidence of them, but they were only pronounced by the fact that he had little fat – which would make sense, as he’d never eaten a damn thing in his life. Long limbs flexed, and the mixture of light and shadows danced all along the lines and dips of them.
The ends of his fingers were tipped with sharp, glossy black claws, while his hands had thick veins covering the backs of them. The kind that could make many women swoon.
She didn’t even care that he was hairless, although she would have liked that too.
Her eyes drifted down to his limp dick and balls, haloed by golden hip bones, and it was nice to see it soft for once. She quickly darted her gaze away with her cheeks heating.
I’m not ogling him.She totally was.He’s trying to figure out life, and we literally spent however long having sex, and already I want to mount him.Oh god, he’d turned her into a pervert.
