Her fury saddened me, yet it also delighted me—because it meant she cared. She cared that I had left without saying goodbye, cared enough to write me an angry letter. That thought warmed the cold chambers of my undead heart.
In my reply, I wrote only one line: "Alma, my silent heart beats only for you."
When I raced back to Vampire Isle, my heart aflame with longing, she refused my invitation with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "Rui Jones has already asked me to admire the moon by the sea tonight," she said airily, not even looking at me.
That rejection hit me like a punch to the gut. She was punishing me. Still seething over my abrupt disappearance, she had chosen the one person she knew would infuriate me.
Rui Jones. The name alone made my fangs ache. He was a sinister, cold-hearted schemer—a viper in royal robes. How could she possibly go out with him?
