Page 70 of To Free a Soul
He’d spread his mist far across Earth, and could expand it further should he choose.
Yet he hadn’t, simply because it would reduce his physical self. There would be less of it to share...with her.
Not that she wanted it.
So what if he couldn’t physically feel desire, arousal, pleasure? What difference did it make to her enjoyment of it? Her pleasure? So long asshefelt it, that was all that mattered, right?
His tolerance regarding her rejection of her own pleasure was running its course.
He was done with it.
And he was done waiting for this unending ire of hers to fade.
Making a rather devious decision, Weldir transported himself from Tenebris to the void outside of it. Then he waited for his opportune moment.
He watched her turn from an owl into a human and then... a Phantom.
“You will speak to me, Lindiwe,” Weldir demanded, wanting to give her the opportunity to heal their wounded bond before he took control of it himself.
She didn’t answer him.
So, Weldir yanked her body from Earth and to his realm without her permission. He wrapped a tendril around her ankle, since she was tangible to him, and pulled her closer until their gazes could lock less than a foot apart.
Her glossy curls waved through the floating darkness as she gasped and looked around. She swayed her hand to swim backwards, but his tendril around her leg kept her to him.
“Enough of this,” Weldir demanded with a curt growl.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lindiwe asked in a surprised rasp before her face – her pretty, expressive face –shifted. Her lips thinned and she cast him one of her glares. “Send me back. Right now.”
Weldir yanked her closer. “No.” He darted his gaze down her body with a tsk. “We will resolve this, whether you’re ready or not.”
“I don’t have to.” She folded her arms and lifted her chin. “And you can’t make–”
Her anger faded, instead replaced by widened eyes as she looked down at her leg. She pulled and yanked, then her heart began to race.
“Why can’t I shift?” she whispered.
“I always wondered if I touched you while you were tangible to me, whether I could stop you from changing forms,” Weldir stated coldly. “It appears I was right.”
“L-let me go, Weldir.”
“No.” He let the word hang between them, harsh and heavy, and her eyes took on a rather anxious, frightened edge.
At him! Someone who had never gone out of his way to hurt her.
“My patience has run its course, Lindiwe. And I have been a very patient being for a long time.”
“Fine!” she yelled. “If you want an offspring, we can make one. But I want you to use your tendril, like before.”
“Offspring?” Weldir hummed with dark humour. “I couldn’t give a fuck about creating another right now. That isn’t the issue.”
She drew her brows in tight, obviously not expecting his response.
“What currently vexes me is your silence. You are... pulling away from me.”
She curled her hands into tight fists and twisted her head to the side. “I want time to process how I’m feeling.”
“You have hadweeks.” His mist tightened against his form. “Surely that is ample time.”
