Fifteen
Evelyn
I don’t know why, but the knowledge that I was about to meet one of Marcus’ family members made butterflies the size of albatrosses take up residence in my stomach.
I spent the first half hour dashing around the flat trying to figure out how to make myself useful, and finally settled on filling the dishwasher and putting on a load of laundry. Perhaps it was Marcus’ brooding energy that set my nerves on edge, or maybe it was the knowledge that I didn’t quite know how he was going to introduce me to his brother—and if he went with “This is the girl Brigs hired to steal from me,” I wasn’t entirely sure his protection would extend to shield me from his family’s wrath.
“What are you doing?”
I stopped wiping down of the sink and looked over my shoulder at Marcus, who had lift
