Page 38 of Vile Emotion
That’s what I want to believe but at the same time, deep down inside I know it's not my own work.
There’s also the matter of what happened to Godric. I haven't gotten the chance to read it because I’m afraid to read it. I don’t know what to do about that once I find out.
Yes, I am spooked out that I saw a damned ghost but being in prison, it was like living with them. Maybe something in me opened up about it again and that’s where I am but this town… there was a need to come here and now that I’m here, I wonder how or what made me come.
So many questions fill my head and there are no answers… I guess that’s what Alaric must‘ve felt like when he asked about his brother. There is pain in his eyes and not just from his recent loss but much more. A pain that I know all too well but I don’t want to say out loud because then there is something that we’d have in common and I don’t want that.
There’s no need for him and I to have anything in common, especially because of what he did to me as revenge for what I did to him.
His pain is replaced just like I am.
As my mind drifts, there is a car pulling up that pulls me back into the now. It's an expensive car but I don’t recognize it.
There aren’t that many people here that can say they drive that kind of car so I know it is another rich person.
The man steps out of the car and I can tell that he is a Crowne. He looks like the spitting image of Alaric. Hell, if he didn’t look like he was in his 30s, I would’ve assumed he was Alaric's son coming to haunt me as a ghost.
“Hello, sister-in-law.” He says in a dangerous yet appealing voice.
“Sister-in-law?” I ask.
“You’re married to my brother, aren't you?”
“Yes. How did you find me?”
“Well, a small town like this, there aren't too many places you’d have to go or people to bribe,” he stands in front of me and I squint up at him. “I’m Dane.” he smirks.
If Charisma was a person, I would say it's him; Dane Crowne.
He’s just as tall as his brother or maybe a bit taller than him with a much leaner build. The eyes, facial expression and everything is the same except Dane has blue eyes. Striking blue eyes that I’m sure charms the women in his life but I’m not one of them and neither am I looking to be one so I look away from him.
“Juliana but I’m sure you know that.” I give him a polite smile.
“I do know that Miss Juliana Hart, the woman that has set my brother’s world on fire.”
My smile disappears, but his is still in place.
“Hey come on, I meant no harm. You served your time and now, you’re my brother’s wife. Taking over my sister-in-law’s place.”
There it is; the disdain in his tone and the hatred in his eyes. He doesn’t like me and I don’t know why he’s here but he’s going to make this worse.
“I didn’t mean to kill her. I never meant to take her life.”
“We all don’t mean to do things yet here we are. Just like how I’m sure my brother didn’t mean to be in this fucking cursed town but somehow he’s here because of you.”
I open my mouth to defend myself but then I shut it. I don’t have to listen to him nor do I have to put up with another Crowne. There’s only one of them that’s essential to me. I may not be an asshole but that doesn't mean I have to deal with them either.
“Yeah, no.” I shake my head and begin to walk instead of waiting for Alaric.
I would rather have my feet burning like all hell than have another Crowne tell me what to do or how to feel when I know exactly what happened. I WAS THERE!
Before I can get far, Alaric’s car drives up to where I’m walking.
“What are you doing?” Alaric asks.
“Walking.”
“Why?”
