Sensing the tension that still gripped Nix's body, Evangeline didn't let go.
She leaned gently against his back, a soft melody spilling from her lips.
Her unhurried melody echoed through the bamboo house, and it seemed as if the darkness itself grew less dense.
Nix found his breathing unconsciously syncing with her melody, and the tension in his body slowly eased.
The melody faded. Evangeline released her hold on Nix, took him by the wrist, and turned toward the bamboo bed. Her voice was tinged with the weariness of her depleted Spiritual Power. "It's late. Time for bed."
She was beginning to understand the pattern governing Nix and Loras's appearances. It was the moonlight.
Nix was like a shadow that had crawled out of the rotting Abyss, swallowing all the pain that Loras had cast aside.
But the primary personality in this body was still Loras—the soul who belonged to the light.
Two people. One living in the light, the other dying in the shadows.
