Evangeline stood up, wiping the blood from her lips.
She looked down at her slender, jade-like fingers, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and sighed. "Well, that's that. Flora is completely gone. How am I going to explain this to Thorne?"
Seeing that the avalanche had stopped, Galen immediately ran toward Evangeline. "Witch! Witch, how are you...?"
When she saw the bewitchingly beautiful face beneath the fur-lined cloak, Galen's breath hitched. Her pupils constricted, the color drained from her face, replaced by an expression of utter, disbelieving horror. She stammered, "Evan... Evangeline..."
Galen was terrified. She stumbled back two steps, her entire body trembling violently as if struck by lightning.
"Brother Lachlan—" Galen scrambled over to Lachlan's side, pointing at Evangeline with a broken, choked sob in her voice. "Brother Lachlan, she's not the Witch! She's Evangeline! It's Evangeline—"
