Ryder takes me to the kitchen so we can get something to eat.
Since dinner didn't pan out earlier, he decides to make it up to me by making me a club sandwich.
I sit and watch him cut the tomatoes and lettuce while the bacon is on the stove frying. My mouth begins to water.
I'm making small talk to take my mind off the hunger. "Who was your first kill?"
Ryder smiles as he pours us some wine. I feel awkward just coming out and asking him something so personal, but what else can I ask him? His favorite color?
"My first kill was the man who murdered my parents."
What?! I didn't expect that answer at all. I place my hand over my mouth, wanting the floor to swallow me.
Thinking back to what Freddie said, Ryder was young when his parents died. Wasn't he still in middle school when it happened?
"How?! Weren't you still a child?"
Ryder raises a brow. "I see Freddie has been talking to you."