Aria
The diner sat on the opposite end of town. I parked in the dusty lot and got out. A loud cawing right in my ear made me shriek. A huge black crow perched on the hood of my car, staring at me with its beady black eyes.
I flapped a hand toward it. “Shoo, get off.” It cawed at me again, and tilted its head to the side, studying me. I backed away, slamming the door. Even the loud sound and echoing vibration didn’t scare it away. I shivered as it watched me.
I hated crows. They always seemed like bad luck, and I had more than enough of that. The crow stood on my car and watched me as I walked back toward the diner.
I went through the boring motions of my job. Serving, cleaning, listening to complaints, and smiling when I wanted to scream. Just a normal day.
Things got weird about two hours in. There was a kid in a booth, staring out the window, and ignoring his chocolate milkshake and his arguing parents. When I went to take the shake, he turned to me and pointed at the parking lot.
“I wonder whose car that is?” he remarked and turned back to the window. I followed his gaze and nearly dropped the chocolate milk all over the table.
My car was covered in crows.
Crows sat on the roof and hood, some even perched on the wing mirrors. There had to be at least fifty of them.
“Is that a flock of crows?” The kid’s mother asked. The little kid shook his head.
“It’s not a flock when it’s crows, mama. It’s a murder.” The kid turned to me. “It’s a murder of crows.”
A murder of crows.
The words seemed to ricochet in my head, echoing again and again.
I gripped his milkshake hard enough to crack the glass if I hadn’t been a hundred and ten-pound weakling and forced a smile.
Confused and freaked out, I turned toward the sound of the bell above the door jingling, ready to seat a new customer.
The man stood in the middle of the doorway, and I felt like all the air had left the room. He was tall and broad, so much bigger than me. His dark eyes fastened on me with an intensity I couldn’t escape. His eyes ran over my features, a pinch between his eyebrows telling me that he was studying me closely. I had no idea why. I was hardly a memorable girl and this guy? He was unforgettable.
“Welcome, sitting in or taking out?”
I jolted out of my daydream to see another waitress, Chrissy, had approached him, as I stood still like an idiot in the middle of the floor, with my mouth hanging open.
His dark eyes still on me, he spoke. “Sitting in.” He said each word separately as if they were another language to him. Intrigue blossomed in my belly to know more about this charismatic stranger in black who looked like he had wandered out of Viking times. He looked strong and noble, and just a little wicked, like he might abduct me and pillage me. I might not be against a bit of pillaging if the man looked like that.
He was pale, with slashed black brows and dark eyes that seemed somehow furious and intrigued all at once. His hair was dark, and long, caught up in a bun.
Chrissy turned and led the man through the restaurant. She winked at me as she passed, fanning herself with a hand to show me I wasn’t the only one who thought this guy was panty-droppingly hot.
It figured. Why would be he interested in me, if Chrissy liked him? Chrissy was pretty and lively and always said the right thing. She wasn’t awkward like me. I let out a long breath and turned back to the kitchen.
“Oh my god! How hot is he?” Chrissy squealed, running in behind me a minute later.
I nodded. “Hot. Very hot.”
“He sure is. He needs time to look at the menu,” Chrissy muttered, turning to the small mirror near the fryer. She fluffed her hair and pouted in it. “I wonder how I can give him my number.”
She turned just as one of the chefs came around the corner, carrying a huge vat of raw chicken dipped in the batter for frying. Time seemed to slow, as Chrissy banged right into the chef, and the huge container tipped sideways, right down her uniform. She screamed like she was being murdered, and everyone in the place looked in our direction.
“Holy crap! Can’t you see me here??” Chrissy demanded, staring in horror at her clothes. White and red flour batter, with raw chicken bits, was dripping from her shoulder, right across her middle, and onto the floor. It was even in her hair. “Holy crap. I can’t go out there. I have to go and wash up, this is like a health violation,” she snapped, staring murder eyes at the poor chef, who was busy trying to save as much as he could of the chicken. “You go. Don’t keep the hottie waiting,” Chrissy snapped at me, and stomped off.
I found myself walking across the diner floor toward a table at the back. The man sat in the booth, lounging almost, with his arm across the back, and a strangely knowing smirk on his handsome face, like he’d been expecting me.
“Hi, I’m Aria, I’ll be taking over from Chrissy. Something came up,” I explained, and offered the man a smile.
“So, I heard,” the man said, and then sat forward, fixing me with that eagle-eyed stare. “Aria, was it? It’s so good to meet you.”
I didn’t really know what to say to that, so simply smiled again. He might be hot, but he seemed a little weird.
“What can I get you?” I asked, glancing at the menu, discarded on the table.
He chuckled, but it wasn’t a warm sound. “That’s a very interesting question,” he said and extended his hand to me. “My name is Stone, and I’m new in town.”
“I know,” I said quickly, and then flushed bright red. I gave new meaning to the word awkward. I stuck my hand out, meaning to quickly shake his and move on before I could stick my foot further in my mouth. His hand wrapped around mine.
“You do? How would you know?”
“I’d remember you if I’d seen you before. This is a small place,” I said lamely. He was still holding my hand. His skin was hot, nearly scorching on mine, and he squeezed my fingers just hard enough to make them tingle. His thumb slid from my palm, down to my wrist. He pressed it against the pulse point, which was hammering madly.
“Are you nervous, Aria?” Stone murmured, dark humor that I didn’t understand in his eyes.
My mouth was dry like it was packed with cotton. I shook my head. “No.”
His grip tightened on my hand until I gasped. He leaned in, and I had no way to move since my hand was still held in his vicelike grip. Sudden fear shot through me.
His lips brushed my skin as he spoke. “You should be.”
Aria “Excuse me?” I asked, wrenching my hand out of Stone’s grip. We stared at each other, and I had the oddest sense of Deja-vu. “I read in the paper about a girl being attacked around here a few weeks ago. All girls your age must be nervous,” Stone said smoothly. I relaxed an inch, though a tiny part of me insisted that he was only covering, and that hadn’t been what he meant. The man made me nervous. I shrugged. “People go missing all the time.” I hadn’t realized how I sounded until my voice came out. I sounded tired and resigned. Stone smirked. “Right, what’s one more? Would anyone miss you, Aria?” An incredulous laugh left me at his question. “Are you planning to abduct me, or is that your way of asking if I have a boyfriend?” A dark shadow crossed Stone’s face at the word ‘boyfriend’ and it thrilled me. Did this hot, weird stranger really fancy me? Stuff like that didn’t happen to girls like me. “I’ll take a club sandwich,” Stone said, turning his eyes to the menu to read
Aria Tonight, was a rare night off, and I made the most of it in the only way I knew how. Ice-cream and a new book. I usually cleared out the shelf at Goodwill of the cheapest used books, and romance was my favourite. The single orphan liked to read about love, friendship and found family. So, sue me. I sat out on the back deck until the insects started to eat me, then headed inside. Inside the trailer, I still slept in the same room that I had since I was child. Billy had decorated it, with all sorts of crystals, and dream catchers. When I’d been younger, it had been so lame, but now he was gone, I loved it. I flipped the pages of my book slowly at first, getting into the characters and setting, and then quicker as the romance started to heat up. It was a taboo love story, where a young actress was falling for her bodyguard, and it was steamy. I was just turning to the first, eagerly anticipated sex scene, when a sound from the living room floated to me. I stiffened, dropping
The pongs sank deep, and with barely a regret, I pressed the button in, sending sparks of electricity shotting along the wires. Clicking filled the air, and the vague, distasteful smell of burning skin. It reminded me of forgotten burger patties on the grill. I nearly gagged. The only thing that stopped me, was the unbelievable sight of the psycho who had forced his way into my trailer, told me I was his, and was clearly insane, smiling at me calmly, as volts that should have felled a giant ran into him. With utter calm, he brought a huge, powerful hand up to the wire connecting the taser prongs and the handset, and tugged them free. “Do you really think this can stop me?” he mused, sounding completely uncaring that the air literally smelled of his burning flesh. Terror like nothing I’d known before crept through me. I backed away. “What are you?” I asked. My flight or fight response was screaming at me to flee. Get out the back and make for the woods, or start banging on trailer d
Aria I blinked awake, the memory of the previous night slamming into me hard. I sat up and nearly cracked my head on a low bookshelf that hung over my bed. My bed. I was in bed? I looked around, groggy and confused. There was my dresser, and my uniform from the diner, neatly folded over a chair, just like I left it last night. There were my shoes, and my books. My cell was plugged into the charger next to the bed. Unease crawled through my veins. I searched my memory. Was it all a bad dream? The stranger in my trailer. Stone Acanthus. A tall, towering warrior in black who had told me he owned me. I touched my lips, remembering the feel of his ruthless kiss. My first one. Had I really imagined it? What about that bizarre flash of light, and the way he’d flown backward away from me as if hit by an invisible wrecking ball. I sighed, dropping my face into my hands, and letting out a groan. How embarrassing, and why the holy hell if it had been a product of a feverish, virgin imagi
Stone My father, King of the Night Keep, taught me that those who weren’t hunters were prey. Aria Sunsong was defying that distinction with every breath she took. She was weak, in this fragile human form. I could have snapped her delicate neck in a heartbeat. Then, she had kissed me so fiercely, defied me so stubbornly, and twisted my cold, dead heart in my baren chest in a knot. I hadn’t felt this way since the last time I held her, lifetimes ago, and a world away from this one. That made Aria dangerous, in this world, or our own. Never mind her fae power, which was strong as ever, she was also dangerous in a different way. Another lesson my iron-fisted father had taught me was that emotions made a man weak. Love? The worst danger of all. Luckily, in my immortal existence, there was only one woman who had threatened to weaken me with love, and I’d finally found her. The aura of her power called to me across the dimly lit bar. I looked around, depressed to see a woman dancing o
Aria “Aria, snap out of it and get to work,” Mona called to me, bringing me back to the present with a bump. I was jumping at every dark-haired man that wandered past. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Stone to appear. I served drinks and wiped the counters, refilled the icebox, and emptied the glass washer. I moved with a special kind of rhythm that busy nights like this inspired, like I was dancing with my job, to music only I could hear, under the watching eyes of the truckers and travelers that filled the old bar. For the longest time, I’d rebelled against the idea that my life would just be this. Truck stops and strippers, sticky floors with scattered peanut shells. I’d felt above it, disdainful even. Billy hadn’t helped much. He’d seemed just as over our mundane trailer park lives as I was, and yet, he made no effort to change it. Now, as the days passed, carrying me further and further into adulthood, I knew. The ideas of having a better life were just dreams.
“Vic?” My voice sounded weak and I hated it. Vic’s eyes roved up and down my body, and a wide, salacious grin spread across his lips like oil. “My my, you look even hotter than I’d imagined you would, and believe me, I’ve spent a lot of time imagining it,” he murmured and grinned. Pushing himself back in the booth, he spread his thighs, clad in skinny jeans, and flexed his hips, no doubt trying to draw my attention to his pathetic hard-on. “What the hell are you doing here, requesting me? You know I don’t dance,” I snapped at him. Vic laughed, and gestured to my outfit, covered tightly by my robe “And yet, here you are. If I’d known months ago that all it took to get Aria the trailer-trash prude, into sexy underwear and ready to dance for me, was $100, I’d have done it long ago.” “I – I hate you. I can’t say that about many people, but I truly mean it about you. I hate you,” I bit out. “Maybe so, but you still want the money, right? And Gus still expects you to work for it. He wou
“Why don’t you blast him through this wall?” Stone suggested to me. I struggled to my feet. Now that Vic was choking, he’d released me. I swayed. I had one shoe on, one off, a blood river making its way down my outer thigh, and I was pretty sure both my nipples were winking at Stone. Add in the rapidly swelling jaw and what felt like a black eye; doing a private dance hadn’t been the get-rich-quick plan I’d thought it to be, only a few hours ago. “It doesn’t work like that. I can’t always…. Make it happen. I don’t make it happen at all, really,” I muttered, feeling woozy. I clung to the wall, as Stone advanced into the room. He had his eyes on me, taking in every inch, even as his concentration, and hand, was still extended to Vic. “If you never use it, of course, it won’t work reliably,” Stone muttered before his eyes fell to my leg. “You need healing.” “No, I don’t, I’m fine. I don’t like hospitals,” I said, just as Vic was released from Stone’s invisible grip. Vic sagged to the