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                   【CHAPTER SIX】

Something like light tickled her skin

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Something like light tickled her skin. Her skin.

Evangeline could feel her skin.

She hadn't felt anything for-she actually didn't know how much time had passed. For so long, there had been so much nothing, but now she could feel everything. Eyelids.

Ankles. Elbows. Lips. Legs. Bones. Skin. Lungs. Heart. Hair. Veins. Kneecaps. Earlobes. Neck. Chest.

She was trembling from her chin to her toes.
Her skin was coated in sweat, and it felt incredible-cool and damp and alive. She was alive again!
"Welcome back." A solid arm wrapped around Evangeline's waist as her wobbly legs adjusted to being muscle and bone.

Her vision came into focus next. Perhaps it was just that she hadn't seen a face in a while, but the young man who'd wrapped an arm around her was extraordinarily handsome-dark brown skin, eyes fringed in a thick rim of lashes, a smile that hinted at an arsenal of charm.

His shoulders were cloaked in a dramatic green cape lined in copper leaves as dazzling as his face.
"Can you speak?" he asked. "Why-" Evangeline coughed to clear some gravel from her throat.
"Why do you look like a forest mage?" She cringed as soon as the words were out.

Clearly some of her senses-like the filter on her mouth-weren't doing their job yet. This stranger had saved her. She hoped she hadn't offended him. Thankfully, the man's brilliant smile widened.
"Excellent. Sometimes the voice doesn't return immediately. Now tell me your full name, darling. I need to make sure you have your memory before I let you go." "Go where?" Evangeline tried to take in the rest of her surroundings.

She seemed to be in a laboratory. Every worktable and apothecary shelf was littered with bubbling beakers or foaming cauldrons that filled the air with something like resin.

This wasn't her mother's garden. The only familiar thing in the room was the Meridian Empire's royal crest painted on one of the stone walls.
"Where are we? And how long was I a statue?"
"Only about six weeks. I'm the palace potion master, and you're in my most excellent lab. But you can leave as soon as you tell me your name." Evangeline took a moment to collect her thoughts. Six weeks meant they were in the middle of the Hot Season.

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