"Alright." Evangeline's voice grew even softer.
She had just started to reach out and hug Lachlan when she suddenly felt something between them.
When Evangeline looked down, she saw Lachlan cradling a bamboo tube with a tender green seedling planted inside.
"This is…" Evangeline reached out and gently brushed a leaf on the little seedling. In that instant, her pupils constricted.
Lachlan reined in his emotions and passed the seedling to Evangeline.
His thin lips moved, his voice low and hoarse. "I found it at the tribal trade meet. After your blood seeped into the soil, a Moonlight Flower seedling sprouted. Perhaps… this is a new turning point?"
Evangeline pressed her lips together, her long, narrow eyes fixed on the seedling in her arms.
The moment her fingers touched the tender green plant, she sensed a familiar presence.
The man who was both cold and wrapped in a rich fragrance was so clear in her mind—dangerous, yet alluring.
"Nix?"
