In the carriage, Vincent sat beside the window with his legs crossed one over the other and his back leaning against the seat. The wind blew inside the carriage, ruffling the side of his silver hair that he had combed for the soiree.
Since he had left the town of Meadow, the crooked grin on Vincent's lips didn't leave, and he unconsciously ran his tongue over one of his fangs, remembering the little mermaid's wide-eyed expression.
Until now, Vincent was used to two types of women. Women who threw themselves at him, trying to gain his attention in the hopes of settling down with him. Another set of women were terrified when they looked at him because he had scared them.
