Evangeline's lips curved into a smile at his words. She flirtatiously lifted Nix's chin with a fingertip, her gaze fixed on the eerie shadows the moonlight cast upon his lashes. Her voice was intimate and seductive as she spoke, "As for me... I only dote on those who can get me pregnant with cubs."
Nix's icy gaze was fixed on Evangeline, but in the next instant, it froze.
His body went rigid, and his pupils abruptly lost focus. The deathly chill in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a timid, fragile bewilderment. It was as if a different soul had taken over his body.
At the same time, the Nine-star pattern at the center of his forehead shattered like glass, crumbling away inch by inch until it vanished.
Evangeline watched quietly, completely unfazed.
When he finally saw Evangeline's bewitching, blood-stained face clearly in the moonlight, his pupils contracted. The color instantly drained from his own face, and he began to tremble, stumbling back to pull away from her.
