"Oh," she said quietly. Sinbad? That was a good tale. From what she recalled, Sinbad wasn't insane at least. A little weird, but a little weirdness was never a bad thing. "That would make sense."
At his question, she tensed. Of course she knew why. She was frightened of her dream, what Edward had told her. She was frightened that if she really was Mercedes, then perhaps he was alive and out there. She was frightened that Lucas was as evil as Edward had said, and that she was sleeping beside the man that ruined her Edward.
Breath hitching in her chest, she glanced to him with a painful smile. "I don't think it would be appropriate for me to say."