As his words faded, all eyes fell upon Nix.
The firelight cast flickering shadows across his androgynous face as a faint, dark fragrance drifted through the air.
Evangeline lowered her gaze, gently stroking the sleeping Bunny in her arms. She didn't turn around. Her narrow eyes were perfectly calm, and even the crimson mark at the center of her forehead seemed to radiate a cold indifference, as if she truly didn't care what Nix would choose.
Nix's purple eyes were filled with a chilling emptiness, an unshakeable gloom churning in their depths.
He completely ignored The Everwake, his gaze fixed quietly on Evangeline as his long fingers clutched the hem of her robe.
Nix's knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip, his restraint so absolute that his hand trembled.
He remained silent, but his pale fingertips and lowered lashes revealed an almost obstinate resolve. Clearly, nothing was more important to him than what Evangeline wanted.
