Jakoruud
After years of being trapped in the trinket, a glimmer of light appeared and I was able to squeeze my shadows out of the small crack and instantly, a form surrounded in light caused me to pause.
Emotions fluttered around me and it took me a few moments to understand and control everything swamping me.
Years of disuse and pure hunger made my ability harder to control.
No matter what, I knew one thing: this was my lightmate.
She was more observant than I thought. She saw me right away, but didn't act differently.
She was meant for this life. Of course she was; the human was my lightmate.
I spent the night watching her and trying to figure more about her.
Her name was Reese and she worked as a security guard in a condominium on the edge of a small town.
Glancing out a window and shifting a shadow outside, it looked like it had been built in a perfectly beautiful country setting.
Returning back to my light mate, she sat on her office chair and played with her .
. . magic electronic box. I couldn't fathom what it was because these things were not around when I was captured by the witches and I watched her fingers fly across the screen.
Even computers were big and bulky when I dissapeared.
My mate's eyes flickered towards my most recent shadow move. "I know you're there."
I grinned—not that she saw it. She was tall and soft everywhere.
I reached out to the shadows, but I had no control over the tendrils right now.
That witch fucked me up. First, I had been cursed to that trinket and now I couldn't turn human or reach out to touch her.
I'd have to wait till she fell asleep to communicate to her.
As she swirled around her chair, she would tug her tight polo shirt past her belly roll.
When she would watch her phone, her hand would slide through her wavy hair and she would twirl the brown and purple tresses around her fingers.
He eyes were rimmed in heavy black eyeliner but the rest of her face seemed bare of heavy makeup.
Her lips were plump and she had a habit of reapplying lip balm through the night and biting her lip.
My lightmate's skin was pale—probably from her workshift and the magic making her brighter to me made it seem like irridescent opal.
I was sure in a few days—especially once I touched her—the shine would dim slightly, but I could always call upon it if I needed.
It would be better if I marked her. I wanted to twist every single shadow into her and connect our lives forever.
Her nose had a slight upturned and she squinched it up often when she wanted her glass higher up her nose.
My mate's eyes were bright and green with brown striations emitting from the pupil, much like my shadows crawled from the depths of the dark.
She was perfect.