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her struggling to get out, and she recalled the scent of Rialto's blood so strongly he may as well have been bleeding before her now. Her mouth watered with anticipation as she wondered how rich and flavorful his blood would taste coating her tongue.
Shocked by her own thought, Aria bolted straight up in her chair, her mouth gaping as she looked into Rialto's narrowed eyes.
"What is it?” he asked.
"N-nothing,” she stammered trying to still her heart before it lurched out of her chest. What the hell was wrong with her? “I'm just trying to piece together why someone would kill my mother and make it look as if she were a vampire victim."
"Are you sure that's all?” He seemed to study every inch of her face, his stare cutting right through her, straight inside her mind. And suddenly she knew that he knew. Just like he knew it when he saw her staring at that small trickle of blood on his neck, licking her lips, thinking of what it would taste like. He knew .
"Of course."
He didn't believe her. Any idiot could see the proof of that etched into every line of his gorgeous, bronzed face.
"Aria, what you saw tonight, what you've been through, would be hard for anyone to understand. I know it must be confusing, and you're probably unsure about what exactly it is you're feeling right now . . .” He broke off, letting his gaze fall to the floor, as if he might find the rest of what he wanted to say scattered there.
"I'm fine,” Aria said a bit too defiantly, and wondered if she was trying to convince herself instead of him.
He shrugged as if giving up on the argument—if it could even be classified as an argument—and walked back over to the sofa. He snagged Alfred Dunn's journal from the coffee table before sinking back onto the blue cushions. He leafed through the pages and let out a grunt of derision. “How did you come to gain possession of this?"
"I got it at the library. The librarian's aide knew that I was studying vampires—"
"Studying ways to kill us, you mean."
"I thought one of you had killed my mother."
Rialto shrugged, his body language seeming to say it was all water under the bridge. “I can't believe you came across this at a library. I knew this man."
"You knew Alfred Dunn?"
"How else do you think he knew my name? He was a rather odd fellow. He saw dead people. He communicated with them."
"Really?” Aria tried to recall what she'd read in the journal earlier. “He doesn't mention that in the diary."
"Actually, he does. Many of his “sources” listed in here are actually apparitions. To him, seeing dead people was normal. What actually fascinated him was the vampire race. I think that's what drove him crazy. He wanted to hate us, but instead he was in awe of us."
"Why?"
"I have no idea. I only met him once, when he was searching for Eron."
"Did you know Eron?"
"Yes. We were part of The Order, a group of vampires who made it our mission to bring true justice upon the evil who walked among us. We only drank from truly horrid people, killing them in the process. Murderers, rapists, and the worst of all—child abusers."
"Why did Eron kill Alfred Dunn's son?"
"He was a child molester. He never touched his own, but there were plenty of other small victims. Eron never warned Alfred, though. Alfred had a vision, saw Eron feeding on his son. I'm afraid by the time that incident had happened, Alfred's special gifts had already started to drive him mad."
"Alfred Dunn was a psychic?” Aria turned toward Rialto, intrigued by the story.
"Yes, his main gift being the ability to see and converse with the dead. When he had the vision of Eron killing his son, he started hunting us, but he never really posed a threat. He was too intrigued by us to harm us, and we were too intrigued by him. The ability to speak to the dead is something we envy, especially since we have lost so many lives dear to us."
She'd never thought of that. Her own soul was weighed down with grief after losing two parents. How
Shocked by her own thought, Aria bolted straight up in her chair, her mouth gaping as she looked into Rialto's narrowed eyes.
"What is it?” he asked.
"N-nothing,” she stammered trying to still her heart before it lurched out of her chest. What the hell was wrong with her? “I'm just trying to piece together why someone would kill my mother and make it look as if she were a vampire victim."
"Are you sure that's all?” He seemed to study every inch of her face, his stare cutting right through her, straight inside her mind. And suddenly she knew that he knew. Just like he knew it when he saw her staring at that small trickle of blood on his neck, licking her lips, thinking of what it would taste like. He knew .
"Of course."
He didn't believe her. Any idiot could see the proof of that etched into every line of his gorgeous, bronzed face.
"Aria, what you saw tonight, what you've been through, would be hard for anyone to understand. I know it must be confusing, and you're probably unsure about what exactly it is you're feeling right now . . .” He broke off, letting his gaze fall to the floor, as if he might find the rest of what he wanted to say scattered there.
"I'm fine,” Aria said a bit too defiantly, and wondered if she was trying to convince herself instead of him.
He shrugged as if giving up on the argument—if it could even be classified as an argument—and walked back over to the sofa. He snagged Alfred Dunn's journal from the coffee table before sinking back onto the blue cushions. He leafed through the pages and let out a grunt of derision. “How did you come to gain possession of this?"
"I got it at the library. The librarian's aide knew that I was studying vampires—"
"Studying ways to kill us, you mean."
"I thought one of you had killed my mother."
Rialto shrugged, his body language seeming to say it was all water under the bridge. “I can't believe you came across this at a library. I knew this man."
"You knew Alfred Dunn?"
"How else do you think he knew my name? He was a rather odd fellow. He saw dead people. He communicated with them."
"Really?” Aria tried to recall what she'd read in the journal earlier. “He doesn't mention that in the diary."
"Actually, he does. Many of his “sources” listed in here are actually apparitions. To him, seeing dead people was normal. What actually fascinated him was the vampire race. I think that's what drove him crazy. He wanted to hate us, but instead he was in awe of us."
"Why?"
"I have no idea. I only met him once, when he was searching for Eron."
"Did you know Eron?"
"Yes. We were part of The Order, a group of vampires who made it our mission to bring true justice upon the evil who walked among us. We only drank from truly horrid people, killing them in the process. Murderers, rapists, and the worst of all—child abusers."
"Why did Eron kill Alfred Dunn's son?"
"He was a child molester. He never touched his own, but there were plenty of other small victims. Eron never warned Alfred, though. Alfred had a vision, saw Eron feeding on his son. I'm afraid by the time that incident had happened, Alfred's special gifts had already started to drive him mad."
"Alfred Dunn was a psychic?” Aria turned toward Rialto, intrigued by the story.
"Yes, his main gift being the ability to see and converse with the dead. When he had the vision of Eron killing his son, he started hunting us, but he never really posed a threat. He was too intrigued by us to harm us, and we were too intrigued by him. The ability to speak to the dead is something we envy, especially since we have lost so many lives dear to us."
She'd never thought of that. Her own soul was weighed down with grief after losing two parents. How
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