"I want to know the truth about me," Vincent said firmly. Although he was initially angry with her, he couldn't help but sense her genuine concern for him. As he looked at her expression, his emotions gradually began to settle.
Evangeline let out a heavy sigh, realizing that she could no longer delay the inevitable. She had hoped to buy more time, but Vincent was not one to be easily convinced when he set his mind on something. The truth had to be told, no matter how difficult it may be.
As she looked at him, her mind raced with fear and uncertainty. He was different, special, unlike anyone. He was an anomaly in the world of fate and prophecy, a variable that could disrupt everything she knew to be true. She had once saved him from his own predetermined fate, and now he was free from its binding chains, but at what cost?