"When...?" Lachlan's throat worked, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty as he stared at her, unblinking.
Evangeline's lips curled into a smile, her fingertip lightly tracing across his taut chest. "It was taken when we went to Argent Spire for the tribal trading convention, to buy medicinal herbs. Do you like it?"
Lachlan gazed at Evangeline, a low chuckle suddenly rumbling in his throat, tinged with his unique, cool detachment.
His voice was ethereal and clear, yet each word was enunciated with weight. "I do. I like it very much."
"Then, what's next...?" Evangeline leaned in, pressing her red lips to Lachlan's.
But before she could continue, Thorne's voice shattered the moment. "Eva! The Everwake escaped!"
Evangeline's lovely eyes narrowed. She straightened, the taste of Lachlan still on her lips.
