-Esme POV-
We all face each other at the dining table.
All this time since they enter this house, everything seem's weird. Especially the Aaron guy, it's as if he have some personal grudge toward's me.
Aaron is a little shorter than Taylor and Jayson, but his built is bigger.
I can't say how old is he, but with his look's he look like someone from the Asian country. His eye's look so dangerous, it is slanted and pointy at it end's. He have a bang's that almost cover half of those tiny pair of eye's.
But even if he cover it all, I know his staring at me. He look's at me as if I'm the killer.
"What's with his eerie feeling?" Callie asked sarcastically.
"Uhm..." Jayson pretended to cough.
"Only Esme here have no idea who our guest is." He look's at me as he say this. "This is Aaron, A
