The Everwake's brow furrowed, and a disgusted sound rumbled in his throat. "Get... off—"
But before he could finish, he and Evangeline plummeted from the giant tree. The world spun around them. On instinct, he reached back and grabbed her by the waist. Her dark hair flew about, and it was as if a scorching ball of fire had fallen into his arms.
His powers were currently sealed, preventing him from changing his form, yet he felt no fear.
The Everwake lowered his gaze to Evangeline, a dark storm churning in the depths of his eyes.
Her features were flushed with desire, the corners of her eyes a burning red. She held him tightly, her nails almost digging into his back. In a daze, this intimate posture overlapped with the memory of that bloody, rainy season...
But the cloyingly sweet scent on her now, and the heat of her breath on the side of his neck, felt alien.
It was a foreign heat that made him tremble.
