Chapter 19 (Aliyana)


    He is right. There is no denying it, so I say nothing.


    “This world will never offer you thoseforts for very long, Aliyana. Sooner orter, your luck will run


    out, and all you’ll have left is yourself. You should find someone to love while you can and enjoy the


    beginning of that love because, if there is one thing I can guarantee you, Aliyana, is that love will end


    as fast as it began.”


    I have never met this man before today, and our brief moment is just this moment.


    But there is something in the sky at work tonight because when he stands next to me, I can sincerely


    say that I feel safe. And his words have more truth to it than I will confess to even myself.


    I shrug, digesting his all too knowing words.


    "I should. But the one I love will be promised to my sister soon. It took me 5 minutes in hispany to


    see, I am not the one he wants, and I have spent 5 years loving him.”


    It''s the truth I had to confront today. I have known it for a while. My sister is clueless, and her innocent


    attraction to Marco has made it easy to turn a blind eye to the facts.


    I am good at pretending blindness, I have done it my whole life.


    "I gathered as much when I saw you earlier today. My brother has never been the smartest Jack when


    it came to choosing anything. You might just get better. So how about that wager? And no, it isn’t sex."


    “If not sex, then prey, do tell what is this wager that has you so anxious you are practically screaming


    my name?”


    His one side of his face pulls up into a crooked, yet utterly wicked smile as he slips his ringing phone


    from his pocket, silencing the call.


    It rings again, and I watch his screen sh ‘Killer’ as he puts it on flight mode. All the while, I remain


    aware of how devastatingly evil his eyes remain as they watch me with mischievous intentions, I should


    know all too well.


    My nerves heighten with the knowledge of how corrupt all of this is.


    Him.


    Me.


    Us.


    He walks across the room, putting a few UVA lights on.


    Brightnesses from the far left of where I am standing barefoot.


    His steps are slow, as he advances closer to me, giving me no option but to nce up into his onyx


    orbs.


    My mind is thoughtless, my body attuned to his inaudible steps.


    ck depths stare unblinking.


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    But where I have seen many eyes, none as full as this man has ever held me at a standstill. Until now


    Chaos undisposed.


    A war aze in a fire couldn’te close to what I see in his unspeaking irises. The roses sweeten the


    air as he draws closer, while I stay, remaining here.


    Memories are going through his head as I remain stuck to the ground by just knowing he is walking


    toward me.


    For the first time since I have met Marco Catelli, I wish to know just how far his crimes go.


    He is a killer, Aliyana, does it matter?


    My mind screams to walk away, but here I am still, gawking at a made-mad-man.


    “You look at me as though you have seen all the ones I haveid to the ground.” His observation isn''t


    far off.


    “Perhaps I am just thinking how deep a hole would I need to dig, to fit them all in.”


    He smiles, his mouth twitching to the left, “Or, you’ve figured it out, and now you just crave the words."


    My teeth sink into the inside of my cheek, as his jaw flexes under my silent scrutiny. He is right again.


    "Tell me, Aliyana, is that what turns you on? Is that what keeps all those boys wrapped around your


    little finger waiting for you to whisper their names?”


    My mouth tightens, as my eyes get smaller, “Ren never mentioned you being the jealous type.”


    He circles me slowly, as his finger twirls around my hair, “I’m surprised he mentioned me at all. I was


    under the impression I wasn’t up for discussion and gathering by that assessing look you so innocently


    gifted me minutes ago, I would presume I am correct.”


    “You know I might look at you in assessing ways, but you look at me knowing more about me than I of


    you, yet you still stand here, staring at me, talking to me, unafraid that I just might burn you.”


    His ck depths pierce me with something so dark, it''s bursting to be set ame, and I hope to all that I


    believe is holy I am not the one on the other side of that blizzard.


    “The word is ‘hoping’ you would burn me.” He grabs my upper arm spinning me to face him.