Eve softly smiled at the Viscount's words. She said, "Thank you, Viscount Eduard, but I don't think it matters anymore. It isn't like Lady Marceline means it with her heart, which has no value to her words." Marceline's mouth fell agape at the human's words.
He tucked one side of Eve's hair before resting his hand behind her ear. He said, "Let me steal a little more of you." She gripped the front of his shirt as if, deep down in her heart, it was something she wanted. Closing the gap between their lips, he kissed her.
"There are other things that precedes love. It is subjugative as to what one positions it in terms of the value. Sometimes it is about doing the right thing," saying this, he stepped inside the carriage.
"Is that what this is all about?" Vincent questioned her, and Eve paused her footsteps. He turned to her and said, "That the memories of the gory night comes back to you every night your head touches the pillow. Where the murderer is next to your mother and she's oozing with blood and all you can do is watch as she screams and wriths in pain."
Eve's eyes fell back on the blackbird on the tree, which now instead of sitting on the branch, it was upside down for her to realise it wasn't a bird but a bat. And soon, the bat dropped and transformed into Vincent, almost scaring her.