Alari's pov
“Viv come on, we didn't come here to fight” Cal shook his head, before turning his pained gaze to me.
His eyes held longing, and when his hands clenched, I knew he was holding himself back.
Before me was a man that grew up with my mother, trained with her, loved her, even when she couldn't reciprocate.
Unrequited love, and then she died… how sad
Vivica closed her eyes, breaking eye contact with my grandfather and breathed deeply.
“I'm sorry, that's not the first impression I want you to have of me” she spoke softly, her words directed to me.
She had no idea I knew all about her, how feisty she was, her temper, and all the trouble she and my mother got into.
“We just want to know you, and Roan is hogging you to himself!” She sent a glare my grandfather's way before re
