Forest Spirit Boyfriend E'zei (special preview)

I frown, I know E’zei is a creature that could do so much harm to the world. He’s not a good spirit by any means. Yet he chooses to devote his time and energy to making sure the wolves of Hearthway Hollow are inconvenienced and even scared. He’s supposed to be a power with no master but here he is, never straying too far from the house.

“Then will that be all for the night?” I scoff. “I’m kind of busy.”

E’zei chuckles. “Watching TV until you pass out on the couch with a take out box in your hand doesn’t count as busywork, dear Katya.”

I scowl up at him. “I only did that once!”

“Waking up with fried rice in your hair is pretty much a sign your life isn’t going down a right path, dear Katya,” E’zei wheezes as he tries to keep from laughing.

I frown and his stretches out his hand. His fingers have two many joints to them and remind me of a spider’s legs. He flicks the tip of my nose but he pushes a bit too hard and I fall back on the porch.

“Ow!” I snap, holding my face and butt at the same time.

E’zei gasps and his eyes shimmer for a moment before they look hollow again. His arm coils back into the shroud of his body and he leans over the porch railing.

“What the fuck were you trying to do?” I snap at him. 

He breathes but he doesn’t move or say anything.

I grunt and stand up, rubbing my sore hip where I fell. I glare at him, then go back into the house, slamming the sliding glass door as best I can. I grab my bag of food and sit down on the sofa. Looking back to the door I see E’zei standing out there, his strange hands placed to the glass.

His skin looks like white birch, all white with dark patches. It’s smooth but also sort of tight and sinewy. I lean back in the sofa, trying to ignore him so I can enjoy my evening. E’zei’s fingers rap on the glass slow and faint. I ignore him as I take out a carton, digging into the spicy noodles.

His fingers continue to tap and I have to snap a dirty look in his direction. His fingers still where they are and he tilts his head to the side.

“Do you have nothing better to do?” I grump.

“I didn’t mean for you to fall over,” he says, the glass fogging and frosting over as he speaks. “I only meant to tap.”

“That’s no apology,” I grumble at him.