Sonic X Lilac Novels & Stories

I instruct Jackson, who appears genuinely intrigued. "Isn't she the wedding coordinator?" he asks, eyeing Lilac. She stirs and looks up at us. "Sir!" she exclaims, attempting to stand but stumbling due to her likely numb feet, compounded by the pain of her injury. Against my will, my body reacts, reaching out to catch her. Lilac falls into my arms, her baby powder scent wafting to my nose. It's a stark contrast to the constant floral and expensive perfumes I encounter every day, emphasizing her distinctiveness.