Mr. "Do Me" Gorgeous Man is a vampire!
"Oh no, no, no." Amanda's entire body shook from terror and it took every piece of self-control she possessed not to launch into a screaming fit. "Are you going to suck my blood?"
He arched a sardonic brow. "Do I look like a lawyer to you?"
She ignored his sarcasm. "Are you going to kill me?"
His face completely unamused, Hunter sighed irritably. "If I intended to kill you, don't you think you'd already be dead?"
He stepped closer to her and offered her a wry, evil grin she knew was meant to intimidate her. And boy howdy did it work.
He lifted his free hand up to stroke the skin of her neck where her jugular was. The feather-light touch sent chills over her. "Come to think of it, I could just suck you dry, then gnaw your hand off with my fangs and be free."
Her eyes widened in terror.
"But lucky you, I have no intention of doing that, either."
"Don't be sarcastic, okay?" she breathed, her heart still pounding because she wasn't sure if he was joking with her or if he really would turn all grisly on her and start feeding off her blood. "I can't cope with it. Imagine if you were in my shoes. I just went to let Tabitha's dog out so he wouldn't mess on her bed. I went from that to being knocked on the head, and chained to a vampire. Excuse me if I'm a little freaky at the moment."
To her amazement, he dropped his hand and backed off. "You're right. I imagine you're not used to having people attack you for no apparent reason."
By his tone, she could tell he, on the other hand, was rather experienced at finding himself in the middle of such situations.
He offered her a tight-lipped smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, I don't feed on humans."
For some reason, it did make her feel better to hear him say that. Not that she believed it. But still, it was a little reassuring. "So, you're like Angel?"
He rolled his eyes at her. "You watch way too much television," he muttered. Then louder, he said, "Angel has a soul. I don't."
"Now you're back to being scary again."
The look on his face reiterated his earlier words: Baby, you ain't seen scary yet.
He glanced back out the door. "All right. We're going to have to run for it before the sun rises any higher."
Hunter gave her a penetrating stare. "The main problem is that I don't know where that hallway leads. In the event it leads out into the open and I die a particularly agonizing death where I spontaneously combust into flames, I need a favor from you."
"A favor?" she asked in disbelief. The man had one serious set of cojones on him. He bullied her, threatened her, then dared to ask a favor?
"Sure, why not?" she asked.
He took the ring off his right hand and gave it to her. "I need you to take that and find a tree."
Amanda frowned at the ring in her hand. The gold was scuffed and nicked in a number of places as if it had been seriously mistreated. Or rather the hand that bore it had been through a lot of damage.
The top of the ring was made of flat rubies and held the design of a sword of diamonds surrounded by emerald laurel leaves and topped with a sapphire crown. She could tell it was a valuable antique.
Why would he entrust it to her?
Unsure of what to make of him, she placed it in her jeans pocket. "Any tree?" she asked.
"Any tree. Then say the words 'Artemis, I summon you to human form.' "
"Artemis-"
He put his hand over her mouth. "For the love of Zeus, only say it once I'm gone. After you utter the words, wait until a very tall, red-haired woman appears and tell her you need protection from Desiderius."
Amanda arched a brow. "You want me to summon a goddess to protect me?"
"If you don't, he will get you and your sister."
"Why do you care?"
"It's my job to protect the humans from the Daimons. That's what a Dark-Hunter does." Though his face was harsh, there was a light in his eyes that told her there was much more to the story than that.
"What are Daimons?" she asked.
"They're vampires on steroids with a God complex. Now, promise me you'll do it."
Why not? It was a strange request, but then, considering the fact she was handcuffed to a vampire, who was she to say what was or wasn't strange? "Okay."
"Good. Now, let's run for it."
Before she could protest, he grabbed the handcuff over her wrist, and ran out the door to the right and down the hallway.
As they ran along the rusty floor, Amanda realized they were inside an abandoned factory of some sort.
At the end of the hallway were stairs that led down.
Hunter pulled her along after him until they reached the bottom of the stairs that opened into an enormous empty room with a cement floor. The old steel walls were cracked, with rays of the dawning sun streaming through.
The Dark-Hunter fell back into the shadows, away from the sunlight. His face looked a bit sunburned, but overall he didn't appear too much the worse from their mad dash.
"Now what?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
The Dark-Hunter wasn't even breathing hard. But his gaze was just a little too hot as he stared at her breasts with interest.
Amanda crossed her arms over her chest.
For the first time, she saw a real smile from him as she realized his hand was dangerously close to her breast. So close, his fingertips brushed the nipple, making fire rip through her veins.
She immediately dropped her hands to her sides while his smile taunted her. Though tight-lipped and devilish, it was still devastating. The amused gleam in his eyes was breathtaking, and his features softened into a boyish charm that could melt the heart of anything female.
He glanced around the empty factory. "Now I wish we either had a cell phone or subway system. I knew I should have taken that open position in New York."
Confused, Amanda looked up at him. "Open position? What? Is hunting really a job?"
"Yes. They even pay me to do it."
"Who pays you?"
Instead of answering, he held up a hand for silence in a gesture that was starting to piss her off-the main reason being because it seemed to herald trouble. And she was tired of finding trouble meant for Tabitha.
Two seconds later, Amanda heard someone walking around outside. Hunter pulled her deeper into the shadows with him while they listened. He had his free arm draped over her shoulders, pinning her to his body.
Amanda went stock-still as her back connected fully with his chest and a wave of misplaced desire tore through her. The heat of him warmed her and that raw, masculine aura of power overwhelmed her. Even more disturbing, his welcoming scent of leather and sandalwood invaded her head.
She wanted this man.
What are you, nuts? The man's a vampire!
Yeah, but he's a really , really sexy one.
Kyrian couldn't breathe with her so close to him. His heightened senses felt her all the way through his entire body. He heard her heartbeat speed up, felt the dryness of her throat, but even worse, he could taste her desire.
It whetted his appetite for her even more. And it reminded him why he had made it his habit to avoid being around women as much as possible.
Damn you, Desiderius.
Because right then it was hard to remember he couldn't have her. And even harder to forget the way she smelled. The way she moved-like a confident dancer. Her lithe body was a symphony of grace and all too easily he could imagine her sitting on top of him as he showed her a sexual pleasure he was quite certain no other man had ever given her.
His loins tightened to the point of pain. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been this hard for a woman. And it took all his willpower not to kiss her. Not to bury his lips against her throat and inhale her warm sweetness as he...
Kyrian flexed his hand on her shoulder as he realized all he had to do was lower his hand three inches and he would be cupping her breast.
Just three tiny inches...
Suddenly, the sound of a walkie-talkie broke the silence.
"It's a construction worker," she whispered, bolting to a window.
Kyrian hissed as she pulled him into the sunlight. He jerked her back into the darkness.
"Sorry," she whispered. She edged closer to the window, making sure to keep him out of the sun.
"Hey!" Amanda called as she saw the man a few feet away, poking around an old tractor.
The construction worker looked up at her and did a double-take. Scowling, he walked over to the window and looked inside. His eyes narrowed on them. "What are you doing in there? This area is off-limits to the public."
"It's a long story," Amanda said. "The short version is I got left here. You wouldn't happen to have a cell phone I could borrow, would you?"
Still scowling, he handed his cell phone to her through the open window.
Hunter immediately took it from her hand.
"Hey!" she snapped, reaching for it.
Moving it out of her reach, he ignored her while he dialed a number.
"Where are we?" Hunter asked the construction worker as he placed the phone to his ear.
"The old Olson Plant."
"In Slidell?"