Chapter 133

Between a stranger who was a werewolf and a pureblooded vampire Vincent, who had saved her from the dungeon, there wasn’t much question on whom out of the two, Eve was comfortable. And whom she knew wouldn’t kill her. At the same time, her employer was a man. She closed her eyes and told herself that it was going to be okay.

Society frowned upon an unmarried man and woman spending time alone while not being chaperoned. If it weren’t for her current situation, she would have refused, but she wasn’t in the position to refuse help. Even she knew she had to appreciate the help she was receiving.

She heard Vincent say to her, “You will need to adjust with the cold water. This place doesn’t have the facility for hot water, except in the laboratory.”

“I am surprised that the council offices have bathtubs in them…” Eve replied softly and heard Vincent chuckle at her words.

“Not every person’s office. Just mine and a few higher ups with some privilege.”

Until now, she thought he was someone who didn’t directly work or involved himself in the council’s duties, but it seemed like she was wrong. Vincent Moriarty held more reins on things than he let people see.

“Why?” Asked Eve, a subtle frown forming on her forehead. Was it because he slept here sometimes?

Vincent tugged the coat that Eve was sitting on, and she used both hands to grip the sides of the chair so that she could raise her body. He slid it from the chair and threw the overcoat on the desk. His eyes moved to look at her and he said,

“As much as I enjoy putting people in their… place, I prefer to stay clean and not reek of blood that belongs to the lower kind. Like today, if I was going to continue my work here, you would have seen me immersed myself in the bathtub now.”

“I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to see you like that,” Eve looked away from him, and her eyes moved to stare at the objects in the room.

Vincent noticed Eve zone out as if she was thinking something sad.

“How perverted to imagine me naked, I take showers with my clothes on!” One corner of Vincent’s lips pulled. And though Eve was tired and lacked energy, her eyes snapped to look at him, “I thought it was only fair for you to see me as I have seen your back,” Eve glared at him. “It’s time to put the fish in the water.”

When he bent towards her, his face came close to her. Eve noticed the specks of copper in his red eyes. They were clear, and they looked right into her eyes. Lowering her eyes, she put her hands around his neck and the next second, Vincent picked her up before carrying her to where the bathtub was in the room.

By now, Eve’s legs had turned slippery and she knew she couldn’t hold back her transformation any longer. This was the longest she had held back, and once Vincent descended her body into the bathtub water, the lower half of her body changed.

The bathtub was big enough to accommodate Eve’s mermaid body and the water that Vincent had filled earlier splashed outside the bathtub.

Vincent’s eyes fell on the finest mermaid that his eyes had ever laid upon.

He was stunned as he drank in Eve’s appearance. Because of the line of his work, he had come across many mermaids and sirens, but no one looked as magnificent as this one who was now in the bathtub.

Gone were Eve’s human legs, which had merged to take the appearance of a fish’s lower body with a tail and its delicate fluke that peeked out beneath her beige inner dress. And though her lower body tried to hide behind her dress, the dress had soaked itself in water, turning transparent.

Vincent’s eyes fell on the ocean blue scales on her lower body, which had a gold outline on each scale on Eve’s body. Unable to keep his primal instincts at bay, his red eyes darkened, and his fangs ached to take a bite from the mermaid. It was because he knew how divine her blood tasted on his lips.

And while Vincent continued to stare, Eve let an inaudible sigh of relief escape from her lips as her body was soaking in water with salts. She was relieved to have finally turned as it had been turning painful. It soothed her body, and she sank further into the water.

The water turned slightly pink because of Eve’s blood. As Eve relaxed, her eyes fell on her inner dress and noticing the transparency, her eyes widened. She quickly looked up at her chest, which was submerged in the water, and though the water’s surface wavered, it wasn’t enough to hide Eve’s bosom.

“Turn away!” Eve shrieked while covering her chest with her hands, and she noticed Vincent’s eyes on her tail.

When Vincent’s gaze turned to her, Eve threw a handful of water at his face, “What do you think you are doing?” He narrowed his eyes at her. Eve winced in pain when she turned to hide her front by turning her back to face him.

Eve had many things running in her mind that she had failed to notice something so obvious and hoped that Vincent had not noticed it, as she had seen him staring at her tail earlier.

The next time she moved, the fabric of her dress grazed against her tender wound, and she hissed in pain.

“If I am going to apply the medicine on the wounds, we cant do it with your dress on. Unless you have eyes on the back of your head and can reach with your hand,” stated Vincent, watching her water drip down her skin. Before she could say something unintelligent, he said, “I won’t bite you, you have my word.”