Stupid! Stupid! Aria inwardly cursed as she led Rialto up the staircase leading to her third-floor apartment. When she'd set out looking for vampires she hadn't intended to bring one home with her. Not that he'd admitted to being a vampire. He had barely spoken a word to her during their walk back to the library—obviously he'd been the one she'd felt watching her when she'd left there—and once they were both seated in his black sedan he remained silent, except to ask for directions.And here I am leading him right into my home, Aria thought as she slid her key into the lock and opened her apartment door. For all she knew, he could be a serial killer instead of a vampire. She hadn't seen any fangs; the crosses around her neck hadn't worked, and he'd killed two men without drinking their blood. Why would a vampire waste perfectly good available blood? But she had dreamed about him, and he did admit to dreaming about her. Of course, she could be going insane and he'd just seen a chance to trick a crazy woman and took it.That would be the logical explanation but deep inside she knew they were meant to meet.
