Evangeline's POV
I stared at him, paralyzed with shock. My mind went blank, and I couldn't even remember to run.
The screams of Emily and Donovan echoed in my ears, but by the time I came back to my senses, I was already in Lysander's arms.
"Evangeline, you're alive," Lysander breathed out, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank the Goddess, you're alive."
He held me so tightly I could barely breathe. I tried to push him away, but he clung to me with desperate strength, like a drowning man holding onto salvation.
His scent filled my nose—that familiar mix of cedar and whiskey I remembered so well.
My heart started racing faster. A deep longing stirred inside me, something primal that I couldn't control.
Lysander cupped my face in his hands, desperate to kiss me.
Just as his lips were
