Chapter 171 Forgotten things

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When Eve’s eyes went back to look at Vincent, he stared right back at her, and noticing his serious expression she couldn’t help but remember the awful dream she had where he had pulled the gun trigger at her. She looked away from him, staring at the surface of the table.

Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly before he said, “I am attending a night soiree that’s taking place next week at Glasvile, and it is required to bring a company. Do you have a decent dress to wear?”

“Are you asking me to accompany you,” Eve asked him while furrowing her eyebrows in question.

Vincent’s lips twitched, and he said, “It is a soiree where people who belong to high profile will come to attend it. Including people from the Council. Thought you would be interested?”

Hearing his words, Eve’s ears perked. She asked him, “When exactly is it?”

“Saturday. I will send Briggs to pick you up from your house,” Vincent let her know and she nodded.

Finally she was going to find the truth, thought Eve.

Eve stood up from her seat, as she believed this was why Vincent had summoned her here. She bowed and said, “Thank you for helping me again. Your help means a lot to me.” After all, the vampire in front of her didn’t like to involve himself in things like this.

She was more than grateful because she had come to have trust in Vincent. Knowing when he was next or around, nothing wrong would happen.

Like a cunning predator, Vincent silently watched Eve walk towards the door and turn the knob. He called her name,

“Eve.”

Eve turned to look at Vincent, “Yes?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something.”

Eve felt her throat turn dry at the thought of having to offer her blood to Vincent. She had been praying in her mind that he wouldn’t remember it. Deciding to stall, she asked,

“I am? Funnily, I cannot remember it. Maybe I will remember it tomorrow, I am going to miss my carriage.”

“Briggs will drop you home.”

When Vincent pushed himself away from the wall and started to make his way to where she stood, Eve was tempted to turn the doorknob. He walked closer, stepping in front of her, he leaned towards her, and asked, “Did you really forget?”

“I think we should pick particular days so that I can mentally prepare myself for it when you drink my blood–“

Vincent leaned closer to Eve’s face before he picked up something from the side and raised his hand, “Your umbrella,” he said innocently.

Eve caught sight of Vincent holding her purple umbrella that she had lost since she had been captured by the guards of the village and thrown into the dungeon. Surprised to see it, she asked him, “How did you find it?”

“The village head had it in his possession,” when Vincent dropped the umbrella from his hold, Eve quickly caught hold of it.

“Thank you! I was worried that I lost it forever. They don’t make these kinds of umbrellas anymore,” said Eve, while her eyes were on her umbrella and the smile on her lips widened.

Vincent noticed how the mermaid looked happy on seeing her umbrella, which showed in her eyes.

Only children who were unaware of the world and were content in life smiled like this freely. He saw Eve’s pink lips move as she continued to thank him for returning her umbrella to her. His eyes followed every detail of her action. From the number of times she blinked to the volume of her voice. To how her eyes shifted from the umbrella to look at him.

“There was something I wanted to know, and didn’t know whom to ask. Will it be okay?” Eve’s blue eyes stared into Vincent’s coppery eyes. “If I took a look at the books in the library?”

Vincent stepped away from Eve, “What do you want to know?”

“About my kind,” replied Eve. “I can go take a look at it by myself.”

“Follow me,” Vincent’s eyes shifted away from Eve. When he turned the doorknob and opened the door, he said, “Outsiders, non-family members are not allowed to access the library, so that high-level information can stay within the circle of high society.”

Vincent led her to the mansion’s library. He later watched Eve eagerly learn about her kind, while her blue eyes moved from one end to the other end of the pages.

The vampire clicked his tongue before he walked to the other side of the book racks, picking up a book and reading it.

Eve read about things mentioned about water creatures that she had never heard about until then. After all, she never had anyone who could guide her. Even if her mother was alive, her mother would not have had this information.When she turned to the next page, she read about the powers some of the rare mermaids held–controlling the flow of water, being able to speak to her kind telepathically. Then her eyes fell on something written there–

‘The creatures of the sea do not dream and can stay awake on a subconscious level.’

Eve’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared at those words. She closed the book and looked for where Vincent stood.

“Did the book satisfy your curiosity?” He questioned as he continued to read the book in his hand, while he stood in front of the book rack.

“It did,” Eve nodded, and she returned the book to him. “Can there be mistakes in the book that I read? Wrong information.”

“Very rarely. What part did you find to be wrong?” Vincent walked to another side of the rack and placed the book that Eve had been reading until now.

Eve took a deep breath as anxiousness started to fill her mind. She replied, “About mermaids not dreaming.”

Vincent turned to look at Eve and responded, “In rare cases mermaids are said to dream about past related things. About home or possible torture they go through. Just that you don’t hear about it often, as people don’t have time to ask their meal such things.”

Eve asked, “And what if it isn’t related to that?” Vincent’s eyes narrowed at her words.

“Then those have underlying meaning. A premonition.”