Page 87 of Poison Vows

“Ivy—”

“I owe her something that I still need to pay back. Let’s all go!”

I can feel Beverly’s gaze on me, but I don’t say anything more.

She sighs then agrees. “Yes, maybe a change of pace would do some good for her. She’s been on edge these days.”

Oh, I bet she has.

Beverly leaves, but I’m left reeling with panic and worry.

I grab my phone and try calling Emmett again, but once again, it goes to voicemail.

So, I text him.

WHERE ARE YOU???

It looks like the decision is being made tonight! WHERE ARE YOU?

But by the time we arrive at the Easton mansion three hours later, Emmett hasn’t answered at all, but an ominous feeling has firmly taken root in my bones.

To be clear, I don’t do rebellion quite well… but I endorse feminine rage.

It’s in that spirit that I’m dressed to the nines in a particularly interesting dress Scar added to the rack of clothes that Beverly believes were arranged by Vaughn.

No one is as thoroughly organized as Emmett Easton.

And I need to find him without cluing Vaughn in on my actions.

I want to know what’s the deal with Vaughn.

My birth parents’ affinity is one thing. It’s Emmett Easton who’s the real situation indicator here.

Is he genuinely casting his lot with Vaughn, or is he up to something?

When we arrive to the Easton’s residence, I’m floored by the grandeur of it all.

I spot Vaughn, together with over a dozen tough-looking men, all standing at the brightly lit entrance of the huge mansion as the car goes around the circular driveway with an impressive fountain in the middle, and stops behind the car Beverly and her husband were in.

Melissa was desperate to join them, but I insisted she join me instead.

I only smiled at her, complimented her dress even, but she was freaked out and backed herself into the corner of her seat, as if expecting an attack from me.

“What are you playing at?” she finally snapped just before we arrived. I only smiled at her, which was even more of a shock to her.

Eh, guess some people can’t handle receiving kindness… during retaliation.

When my door is opened, I ignore Senator Hughes and his wife who are greeting Vaughn and look up at the huge mansion.

This one is much bigger than my mother’s house. I bet she envies that.

The huge mansion, double Emmett’s Westbrook Blues estate, has a timeless look to it. It’s both modern but with pre-war features. The pillars at the front also have a distinct Southern Italy touch.

This home fits the description of a fancy, beautiful, dazzling mansion with an eerie feeling to it that belongs to old money.

“The residence was built in 1827,” Vaughn’s sexy Italian voice suddenly speaks when he sees me looking at the huge structure in front of us.

“It looks modern,” I mutter, my voice still groggy, but he hears me.

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