A smile bloomed on Evangeline's lips, her gaze incredibly earnest as she looked at him.
Lachlan's eyes suddenly grew warm. Light, a long-lost sensation, filled his vision, revealing a breathtakingly stunning beauty before him.
She was like a living flame, her skin whiter than snow and her dark hair a cascading waterfall. Her shimmering eyes held a gentle smile.
Utterly magnificent.
And utterly dangerous.
Evangeline leaned in slightly, her gaze fixed on Lachlan's eyes as she studied them in detail.
'Such a beautiful pair of eyes.'
They were a cool, languid grayish-brown, like amber veiled in mist. Yet, as they moved, they held the distinct clarity and alertness unique to a feline Beastman.
Evangeline's breath, faint and subtle, brushed against Lachlan's eyelashes. She chuckled. "They're beautiful."
Lachlan stared at her, stunned. His Adam's apple bobbed. The pounding of his heart was deafening, his composure utterly shattered. All he could hear was her low whisper.
