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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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Not enough

As if Vincent's presence wasn't enough to bother Eve, Theophilus had turned quiet, wanting to give her time to think about his proposal to her. 

"When did it start to snow?" Eve questioned Theophilus while making an empty conversation to avoid awkwardness. 

"Two days before Lady Aubrey arrived here. How about Meadow?" He returned the question, and on noticing Eve turn to look behind her, he turned too, but there was no one he knew or believed Eve was familiar with. He asked, "Are you looking for someone?" 

Eve quickly turned back and replied, "No. I missed some of the buildings there and wanted to… look at them." 

Theophilus nodded, believing Eve's words to be true, while not knowing the time he gave her to think about him, she was thinking about another man.