Evangeline's heart was still racing, as if it might leap right out of her chest.
She looked up in a daze, and through her blurry vision, she saw a tall figure holding her tightly in his arms.
The man was wearing a sleek black mask that covered his entire face, revealing only a straight nose and a hint of a sharp chin.
A faint scent of cologne lingered in the air, and Evangeline tried hard to place the familiar fragrance, but couldn't quite remember where she'd smelled it before.
She found the man's build strangely familiar, but the mask prevented her from seeing his true face.
"Miss, are you all right?" The masked man's deep, magnetic voice resonated in her ear with a subtle trace of tenderness.
His voice instantly snapped Evangeline out of her daze.
She realized she was still leani
