He would never know her. Period. It was why he hadn't asked her name or given her his. He had no intention of using it. She was nothing more than another nameless person he had sworn to protect. That was as close as he intended to get.
He was a Dark-Hunter, and she was an uninitiated human. The two were not to mix.
Kyrian looked up as he heard the faint sound of a siren approaching. Silently, he thanked Tate's timing.
Amanda glanced out the window as she heard an ambulance. Oddly enough, it stopped in front of the factory.
After a brief pause, the two front factory doors opened and the ambulance pulled inside.
"Your ride?" she asked.
The Dark-Hunter nodded.
Once the ambulance was deep enough inside the factory so that the sunlight didn't reach it, a tall African-American man got out and approached them. He gave a low whistle as he caught sight of Hunter's sunburned face. "Man, you look like hell. Should I ask about the handcuffs?"
Hunter led her toward the driver. "Not unless you want to die."
"Okay," the driver said good-naturedly. "I can take a hint, but here's the next problem. You're not going to be inconspicuous in a body bag wearing those. People are definitely going to notice."
"I already thought of that," Hunter said. "If anyone asks, tell them I died of a heart attack during a wild sexcapade with her."
An eerie chill went up Amanda's spine as she recalled Selena's words the day before. "I beg your pardon?"
Hunter cast an amused look to her that let her know he was thoroughly enjoying her torment. "And she can't find the key."
Tate laughed.
"I don't think so," Amanda said heatedly.
Hunter gave her that devilish grin that warmed her all over, and the look he swept over her made her tingle. "Look on the bright side; you'll have men lining up to date you."
"You're not funny."
Hunter shrugged. "It's the only way out of here."
"For you maybe," she said. "I can walk right out of here on my own, and dust you."
He cocked a taunting brow at her. 'Try it."
She did, and quickly learned that tall, dangerous vampires didn't budge unless they wanted to.
"Okay," Amanda said, rubbing her wrist where the cuff was biting into it. "We'll be getting in the ambulance, then."
Hunter led the way.
When he got to the back of the ambulance, Hunter lifted her up with such ease that it startled her. She moved to the left, trying to make room for him, but he was so tall, he was doubled over. In one fluid motion, he lay down on the stretcher, inside the black body bag that was on top of it.
Without a word, Tate zipped it closed.
"You two do this a lot?" she asked.
Tate smiled in easygoing friendship. "Every now and again."
Amanda frowned as Tate adjusted the bag so that her hand was on the outside and Hunter's inside it. It seemed strange to her that Tate was so willing to help a vampire.
"How did you two meet?" she asked Tate.
"I was feeding off a body when he found me," Hunter said from inside the bag.