"What have you done to bewitch them? To make those idiots completely forget all the dirty things you've done!" The Everwake lay flat on his back on the ground. Though his breath came in ragged gasps, his voice was still laced with a piercing edge.
Evangeline rose, casually picked up the towel that had been used to dry Lachlan's long hair, and began wiping her own fingers, one by one.
Lowering her gaze, she chuckled softly. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the towel onto The Everwake's face. Her lips curled. "You want to know, do you? Be patient... The next potion is for you, and I'll be feeding it to you myself."
The Everwake took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The bamboo house fell into a sudden, dead silence. Just when he thought he might get through the night peacefully, her voice, laced with a seductive charm, drifted down, light and nonchalant. "I almost forgot something."
