"Evangeline?" Ambryan frowned. Her face began to pale. His mother would raise hell if she found out that his date became sick. She might even find a way to link it to him—even if as a joke.
Eve stepped away from him. His hand dropped from her back. Despite the cool air from outside, sweat streamed down the sides of her face. She found it difficult to breathe. The oxygen slowed down her brain activity.
She needed time.
She needed space.
Taking a deep breath, Eve vowed that she would figure this out. There had to be a solution buried in her mind. She just had to bypass the panic and get it. Her eyes shut close as she rubbed her temple, feigning dizziness. It would buy her some seconds to stall.
Then, it hit her.
A streak of light beamed through her dim mind. It showed her the way out. The flower buds blossomed under the spring season. If she wasn't mistaken, she had an emergency hotline for this situation.
Now, it was a matter of how she'd be able to use it.
