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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

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Sacrificial ritual

Eve gently closed the door behind her and started to make her way back to the table where Noah was waiting for her. 

But on the way, her eyes fell on a head full of dark silver hair, and she didn't need to see the person's face to know who it was. 

Why was he here? 

As if sensing someone's gaze, Vincent, who was talking to the woman of the inn, turned his head and met Eve's eyes.

As Vincent had earlier guessed, this woman had mentioned the inn to his little sister Allie. He turned his body completely to face her and remarked, 

"What a pleasant surprise to find you here, Miss Barlow."

But Eve wasn't surprised but shocked. She had hoped not to see any Moriarty family members today, but here she was with Vincent Moriarty. 

"I didn't know you knew about this inn," more importantly, she didn't know someone like him could come to a place like this.