Page 66 of Tarnished Vow

I slowly shook my head.

“That is so weird, my jamjam said he met you.” She turned around, walking back to the door. “Emmie, get in here already! She’s so tiny and cute! Just like a doll!”

“I am sorry about her,” Evelyn turned the lounge room light on. “Trust me, you’ll get used to it.”

I nodded. Suddenly my nerves were eating at me very quickly.

“You are so adorable.” Vivienne tapped my head, walking past me. “How has Vincent not broken you?”

“Vivi, stop touching her,”

“Sorry,” she smiled at me.

They both walked to the couch, sitting down.

“Um, did you want a glass?” I asked as they opened the bottle.

“No, sit. I want to hear everything about you and Vincent. He is so obsessed with you.” Vivienne tapped the couch next to her.

I sat in the armchair across from them. I felt so out of my depth. Men, I could handle. I dealt with men every day of my life. Women, though. I only had my mother. I didn’t even have a relationship with my aunts. Not really.

“We were just friends.”

“That’s so cute,” Vivi sighed, “Jamjam and I weren’t friends. I hated him. He was such a big grump.”

Evelyn nodded. “I met Harrison after he killed my parents.”

My eyes widened.

“Oh, it gets better,” Vivi nudged her, “Tell her the rest of it.”

“He arrived at my wedding, killed my fiancé. Then he turned around to the church and announced our engagement.” She shook her head, “Crows. They are so fucking crazy. But they are our crazy, you know.” She smiled, offering me the bottle.

I shook my head. If I broke my mother’s fast, the consequences wouldn’t be worth it.

“Complete psychos.” Vivienne nodded. “Jamjam started a war for my attention after I ended our merger and went with another family.”

“A family that doesn’t exist now.” Evelyn winked at me.

“I ignored him. Until he broke into my room,”

Evelyn waved her hands. “It gets better. Tell her why he broke in.”

“He missed me calling him Jamjam,” she sighed, clearly very much in love with this man.

“Jamison Crow, as in Marcel Crows, brother?” I asked. Surely, she wasn’t talking about that beast of a man that I watched help tie my cousin's body to the back of my car.

“That’s my Jamjam.” She nodded, looking back at the glass door. “Why isn’t Emmie coming in? Eve, can you go get her?”

“Emmeline, as in Marcel’s wife?” I asked. They both nodded. Perhaps they hadn’t told them what happened.

I walked towards the sliding door. The night air was refreshing. Sure enough, a woman sat on the porch steps, staring at the tree line.

“Emmeline,”

She looked over her shoulder, immediately standing up. “I’m sorry. I was coming, I just.” She locked her phone walking towards me. “Marcel and I are still trying to think of the right thing to do.”

The right thing to do. I frowned, not understanding what she meant.

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