“I'm not amused,” he stepped closer wearing his brows in knits.
I stepped back with short shuffled steps. The pressure from his presence was uncomfortable and heavy like a vase titling on an edge ready to crash and fall apart.
“And I really don't want to do this,” My insides churned. Not in the present conditions anyway. Shifting was something I had been wanting but I'd long accepted. It was something I couldn't do. Now the notion of shifting felt terrifying.
“You're nervous, just breathe,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction.
“Fine,” I huffed. It wouldn't work anyway. Best to show him instead.
I frowned but did as he said regardless. Inhaling deeply, I let the air reach the depths of my lungs before exhaling. My heartbeat was frantic and the pain in my arm flared randomly.
“Focus on the pain in your arm,” he slowly uttered, his words carrying a low gentle tone.
It was soothing but it wasn't doing much. With each breath, I sought out the pain in my arm and unfortunately for m
