“Sweetheart?” Vergel uttered and looks at her in awe. Jade was right. They look ridiculous and they smell bad.
Sheila Marie stared at his surprised eyes. She felt like she was going to faint. She couldn't believe it was Vergel. All she could see were his eyes. His gaze echoed his questions. She was powerless to it. She felt as though he could see into her soul.
“What are you doing here? And with that costume? I thought you're with the kiddos?”
Vergel stood there for several seconds as recognition dawned on his face. And his eyes widened for like internity.
“Sheila Marie?” Vergel eyes were begging for millions of questions. He gapes at them all over again, to Ruby, to her manservant. They were them. Back in the thirteen century. How is this possible? He thought to himself then he gazes
