Flazie looked at the boy and shrugged.
“As you wish,” he laughed. Maybe he’d let the boy live just to keep her in check. “Come, my dear. I will show you our love.”
“Where are we going?” She stuttered, taking a step backward. “Why can’t you show me here?”
Flazie froze. There it was again. That outspokenness, that rebellion, that nerve!
How dare she question him about anything!
He suppressed the growl rising in his throat and tried another method.
“If you didn’t want me,” Flazie let a bit of his anger show, “Then why did you summon me?”
“What?” she shot the boy a panicked look. “No, wait. I didn’t.”
Flazie looked away.
“At least I don’t think I did,” She began to doubt herself. “If I did, I’m sorry.”
Flazie hid his smile. It was almost too easy to manipulate her. To mold her into everything he needed. The problem was keeping her that way.
“You didn’t, love” the boy spoke up. “It’s always been there. Watching and waiting for you to let your guard down.”
“And exactly what have you been doing, Celt?” Flazie turned to the boy.
“It’s not the same,” the boy raised his voice and took a step forward.
“Shh!” she swatted at the boy A bit of her old deference peeked out. A tremor of fear passed over her as she eyed them.
The tiniest flutter of victory entered his being. It wouldn’t be long before they were reunited on the same side of the veil, a loving couple, just as they were before.
“Close your eyes,” he said, going in for the kill. “Open your heart, and remember me.”