RYDER

My eyes haven't left Aria's table since I sat down.

From my table, I have the perfect view of her, and if she looked my way, we'd make eye contact, but she knows I'm watching so she's avoiding this at all costs.

All around me, the talk shifts from topic to topic, and I've lost interest in trying to keep up with what they're saying a long time ago. I'm staring at the back of Luca's head and I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into him and tear him apart, limb from limb.

What kind ...