Dance With The Wicked
She asked, as she wondered if Leon knew of the people she saw in her dream.
“That,” Leon pointed the book that lied on the table with his chin, “The story you told me from your dream and the story that was written in that book, they’re similar.”
Belle realized what he meant by similar and nodded her head faintly. “A witch… a demon, they are similar. Even in my last dream, the one from earlier, it seemed the witch had just found out how her lover, the demon, had killed her parents.”
“Lord,” Leon whispered quietly. “Are you sure of what you saw?”
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