Danton tilted his head back, gazing at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. His azure Fintan stretched and swayed in the seawater.
His emotions churned like the tide, and he found he didn't dare to look at her.
But her gaze was too scorching. It burned him, making his heart tremble, and in the end, he turned his face toward her.
The sight nearly made his breath catch in his throat.
Evangeline's face was as white as a sheet, and even the usual rosy hue of her lips had vanished completely. She looked as fragile as a bubble about to pop. He instinctively reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with a tremor he himself didn't notice. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I'm just tired. Let's sit for a while." Evangeline shook her head gently. Her hair brushed against the side of his neck, damp with seawater. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist, her fingertips lightly grazing the fine scales there.
