I turned to Rizzo and blinked. “Excuse us for a moment,” I said.
He inclined his head and drifted away, his eyes never leaving us. The room narrowed to the space between me and the woman who had taken everything.
“I am Aria,” I said, facing Elena.
“You said that was your name,” she replied, voice tight.
“Yes,” I said. It was time. I could feel the moon under my skin, the hunger and the purpose together like a living thing. I needed her to know. I needed her to know before I finished what I had come to finish.
“I am your sister,” I said, each word an accusation and a confession all at once. “I am Aria. The one you killed under moonlight. I am back.”
“For justice,” I added, my voice fraying at the edge.
She laughed once, a sound without humor. “This is a joke,” she said.
“Jo
