Evangeline leaned against Nix's shoulder, her voice as light as a feather. "You've always remembered me."
"No, we've never met." Nix wrapped his arm around her waist. His alluring, curly purple hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his low, hoarse voice sounded as if it were laced with poison. "You only exist in the fears of that good-for-nothing."
As he spoke, he took her chin in his hand and coaxed, "Stay by my side."
Evangeline met his cold, dead eyes with a smile, her red lips parting slightly. "I want a cub."
Nix saw the cold indifference in her eyes. He hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Aren't you happy with me? What's so great about a little thing that cries, makes a fuss, and needs to breathe?"
"You want a cub? I'll make one for you, hmm?" His voice was laced with a cloying, sweet danger.
In an instant, an eerie, jade-green light blossomed from Nix's fingertip.
