Forty Five.

Aria’s POV

I was still coming to terms with my own lack of control. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted to attack that waiter, I just couldn’t resist the pulsating vein in his neck.

It had only made it worse when the Fae person started talking about me, talking like she knew me. An irrational feeling had been growing inside of me the moment I had sat down. I just knew by the way she had talked about Ryan, that she had a thing for him and for a brief moment, I had wondered if he liked her too. Was I jealous? It didn’t seem likely, not after everything he had done to me and yet at the same time, I almost wished that we would have seen him. What the hell was wrong with me?

In the car, I didn’t want to speak, if anything, I was feeling guilty and uncomfortable. A mix between the need for blood and why I suddenly seemed so desperate to see Ryan. I kept my mouth shut, only asking a few questions here and there but it really pissed me off when I found out Elijah was keep