A Dark Night (Book One of The Grandor Descendant series) by Bell Stoires

respond, Matthew spun around and pulled Ari’s cell door closed. At the same time there was a loud slam and Ari looked up to see Kiara walking into the main room.
    “Welcome,” said Kiara, her high cold voice bouncing around the room and making Ragon stop dead in his tracks.
    Kiara stood framing the door, staring in disbelief at Ragon. Ari couldn’t help but gasp when she saw how beautiful Kiara was- beautiful and yet terrifying. This had been the first time Ari had been able to see her. Kiara’s pale complexion stood out drastically from the deep red shade of lipstick she wore to cover her full lips. She had a slender nose, which was almost entirely lost to her large dark eyes. Two perfectly shaped eyebrows overlooked these black pools, and a long fringe danced just above them, while lengths of perfectly straight dark hair lashed out around the edge of her oval face.
    “You don’t look happy to see me,” said Kiara, batting her long eyelashes furiously at Ragon. “I was so confused to hear that you had a girl with you, that you had left that filthy mausoleum and bought a house…”
    “What do you want?” asked Ragon.
    Ragon’s voice was like ice; it sounded nothing like the kind whisperings and promises he had made only moments ago. It reminded her of the night she had been attacked, how Ragon had said ‘pathetic’ to the boy who had tried to rape her and then again when he had spoken about killing them, without remorse, without any trace of humanity.
    “ Want?” exclaimed Kiara. “What do I want ? Nothing more than what you have already promised me; you swore you sought a solitary existence.”
    “Promised?” asked Ragon, forcing the word through his teeth as his fists clenched by his sides. “I promised you nothing. You have haunted my shadows since you made me, and… and-”
    “ -and, and what? You don’t deny it?” shrieked Kiara, before breathing in deeply and adding in a much calmer manner, “You know I had Paige search this blood bag for bite marks. I thought perhaps that you took a liking to her taste after so long of swearing off innocent blood, and decided to make her a source, but… but there was not a mark on her.”
    Kiara had begun to circle Ragon, while he bent down low, preparing for her to strike.
    “The girl means nothing to me,” he said, his eyes not meeting Ari. “I only just took her; I had no time to command her, let alone drain her.”
    Ari’s face fell and she shuddered; Ragon’s voice was so hollow, so devoid of all feelings. Did he mean what he had said? Had he be en planning to kill her after all? And yet why should she be upset to hear this? Ragon was a vampire; he had killed people; it shouldn’t surprise her to find out that he had wanted her blood all along.
    “Well if you do not care for this one, then you won’t mind if Matthew kills her,” said Kiara, inclining her head towards Matthew, whose face broke into a knowing smile.
    “No!” screamed Ragon, looking up in horror at Ari.
    When Ari met his gaze it was pained even terrified; his eyes were wide like saucers and his mouth was open slightly. 
    “So it’s true?” asked Kiara; she was looking at him with a dazed expression. “Why would you risk breaking a Final Death Law for a mortal?”
    “You don’t unde rstand!” Ragon shrieked.
    “Well, let me do us all a favour by removing that little conundrum,” said Kiara. “Matthew… Kill her!”
    “ Wait!” cried Ragon, “Let her go; I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
    Kiara paused , her eyes flittered to Ragon’s retched face but this did not console her, on the contrary, she was glaring at him worse than ever.
    “Your promise s mean nothing to me,” she hissed. “You are… different. I can hear it in your voice.”
     
    In an instant Matthew had blurred forwards, lifting Ari up by the elbow as he wrapped his fingers around her throat.
    “Please,” cried Ari, her eyes wide with fear as she felt her windpipe crush under