"Who the hell does she think she is, naming me like I'm a freaking pet." Zhede spat the last word, his anger burning like a forest fire inside of him, ready to consume anything and everything in it's path. "I will never answer to the name Blaze. I was born Zhede Gowerde, and I shall die Zhede Gowerde. Nothing will change that. Not even a psychotic witch with a hobby of binding desperate souls to her."
Of course, Zhede had no control over the situation. If Azurea told him to answer to the name Blaze, he would have to. She could control his every movement with the slightest command, if she so wished. That had been the agreement, written in dark magick and sealed in blood. There would be no going back now; it was too late for Zhede, and too late for Tzula.
Tzula...
If only Zhede had known that Azurea was tricking him, perhaps he could have found another way to bring Tzula back, and in her flesh form. It broke Zhede's heart to see Tzula in her phantom form, so close, and yet so far away. Right in front of him, reaching out, and yet forever unable to touch him.
"I'll break this bond," Zhede said in a determined voice. "If it's the last thing I do!"