ARIA
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
I shut the door slowly, trying not to make a sound. Maybe if I moved soft enough, I could make it to my room without anyone seeing—
“Wow.”
I froze.
Daphne leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, eyes sharp and smug. “Well, well. Look who finally crawls home. Where were you last night, little coward?”
I frowned.
She tilted her head. “Let me guess. Hiding under your bed while the real hunters went out?”
“I had work,” I muttered, trying to step around her.
“Oh sure. Work. Always your excuse. You conveniently disappear right when we go on a full moon run.”
I kept walking.
She laughed. “Figures. You always run from anything real. Admit it—you were just scared. Again.”
“Daphne.”
Jordan’s voice cut through the room. He stood at the
