Music Recommendation: Wandering Jane- Dario Marianelli
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It took Vincent less than five seconds to figure out what was going on. He stared at Eve with his coppery-red eyes while the mermaid's face had turned pale as snow.
"When was the last time you dreamt of something?" Vincent questioned her.
"Last night," Eve's words were just above a whisper while she tried to wrap her head around her dream. Her words came broken, "Before the guard… he-uh came to alert us about the rogues who were told to be headed near our town."
Deep down, Eve had hoped that the dream meant nothing and her mind was just having a wild time by itself. She stared at Vincent with fear crawling up her spine. Would the day come when Vincent Moriarty would kill her?
"You look pale," Vincent stated.
"Y-you don't have a twin brother by any chance, do you?"
