Aria It is no surprise to me to find Harry in the gym and not Harvey. But a little piece of me still hoped. Harry greets me politely, but he does not seem nearly as excited as yesterday. Not that I mind. I am still a bit traumatized after my conversation with Harvey. Add the nightmares that terrorized me the entire night and you get my mood. Images of a struggling Dahlia against faceless vampires are still burned into my brain and I am desperate to get it out of my head. “Let's begin,” I say brusque and shake my head to push the images aside. Harry nods and a couple of minutes later the gym is filled with the smell of sweat and grunting noises as we fight our demons. “Enough,” I pant after an hour and plunge down on the mat, exhausted to the bone. “Thank you,” Harry joins me. “I can’t