"But maybe we've met before and I just don't remember. That seems to happen to me sometimes."
Julian could not help but smile sadly at her words. She was definitely Charlotte. In her previous lifetimes, she often told him that she experienced deja vu, particularly as her sixteenth birthday neared and her death was imminent. He could not help but gaze upon her. Most husbands were fortunate enough to only experience their wives dying in their arms once. Julian had to deal with it every sixteen years if he was lucky enough to find her before the curse killed her.
It's a lot more common than you would think. Tell me, do you have nightmares?" he asked. There had to be a way to protect her. She was right there and he had sharpened his skills since the decades he last saw her. If he could figure out how Haven planned to kill her or if he could find the cursed witch herself then maybe he could prevent it. As he pondered on this, his hair darkened to match his mood, but he paid it no mind.
"Do you attend Mardi Gras by any chance?" he asked curiously. Charlotte always did love the chance to be among crowds of happy people. He doubted that had changed, but then again, she might have been reborn in a more reserved family.