He paused and looked down at her. His gaze softened."Twins. It never occurred to him. Have you any idea where your sister is?"
"I don't even know where I am or what time it is. For that matter, I don't know what's going on here. Who are you and who is that guy?" Then, she lowered her voice and added, "Can he hear us?"
Kyrian shook his head. "No, the mike channel is closed. For the moment, he's off plotting his Igoresque revenge. I don't know about you, but I have this image of him rubbing his hands together and laughing like Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory."
Kyrian took a minute to study her. She didn't appear hysterical… yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. Telling her Desiderius was a soul-sucking demon who was after her sister didn't seem like the best way to accomplish that.
Of course, given her sister's penchant for vampire-hunting, it shouldn't really come as a surprise to her, either. Closing his eyes, he reached into her mind with his and found confirmation of his suspicions. There was a healthy dose of fear in her.
Unlike her sister Tabitha, she wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but she was curious and angry over their situation. It was possible he could tell her everything without freaking her out, but the Dark-Hunter in him operated on a need-to-know basis.
Right now all she needed to know was the bare minimum. With any luck he would be able to separate them without having to reveal anything more about himself to her.
"I am called Hunter," he said solemnly. "And that guy is a man out to harm your sister."
"Thanks, but that much I already got." Amanda frowned. She should be frightened by all this, but she wasn't. Her anger over it was too great. Leave it to her to get mixed up in her sister's crazy life.
In fact, she was glad they had captured her by mistake, since Tabitha would no doubt have pulled some kamikaze stunt and gotten herself killed. She looked up at the Dark-Hunter and her frown deepened. How did he know about Tabitha? For that matter, how had he been able to tell them apart when even their own mother had trouble at times? "Are you one of my sister's friends?"
He looked at her blankly, before pulling her to her feet. "No," he said as he patted his chest, hips, rear, and legs.
Amanda tried not to notice just how incredibly toned that body was as her hand was dragged in the wake of his. And when her hand brushed his hard inner thigh, she thought she would moan.
He was built for sex and for speed. Too bad he wasn't her type. In fact, he was the total antithesis to everything she found desirable in a man.
Wasn't he?
He cursed. "Of course, he has my phone," he muttered, before leading her to the door. After trying the knob, he studied the hinges.
When he unbuckled his left boot and toed it off, Amanda arched a brow. "What are you doing? Going for a swim?"
He gave her a cocky smirk before leaning down to pick the boot up off the floor. "Trying to get us out of here. You?"
"I'm trying not to get irritated at you."
Amusement flashed in his eyes, then he returned his attention to the door.
Amanda watched as he pressed one of the silver inlays on the boot heel and a vicious five-inch blade shot out of the toe. He was definitely Tabitha's type. She wondered if he had throwing stars inside his pockets, too.
"Oooo," she commented dryly. "Very scary."
He gave her an unamused look. "Baby, you ain't seen scary yet."
Amanda smirked at his Ford Fairlane, tough-guy demeanor and gave a very unfeminine snort. He ignored her. Using the jagged blade, he tried to pry loose the rusted hinges. "You're going to break that blade if you're not careful," she warned him.
He gave her an arched look. "Nothing on this earth could break this blade." He ground his teeth while hammering the boot with his fist. "Much like nothing on this earth appears able to move this hinge." He tried for several more minutes.
"Damn," he snarled when the hinge refused to budge. He retracted the blade, then bent over to put the boot back on. The back of his coat parted with his movements, gifting her with a nice view of him.
Oh yeah, nice butt.
Amanda's mouth went dry as he finally straightened to his full six-foot-five-inch height. Oh my, my, my.
Okay, she took it back, he did have one feature she found irresistible. His height. She'd always been a sucker for any man taller than her. And with this guy, she could easily wear three-inch heels and not offend his male ego.
He towered over her. And she liked it.
"How do you know my sister?" she asked, trying to keep her thoughts focused on the matter at hand and not on the matter of how much she wanted to taste those lips of his.
"I know her because she keeps getting in my way." He snatched at the cuffs again. "What is it with you humans that you feel this incessant need to delve into things you should leave alone?"
"I don't delve into…" Her voice trailed off as his words penetrated her mind."You humans? Why would you say that?"
He didn't answer.
"Look," she said, holding up her arm to show the handcuff. "I'm stuck with you right now, and I want an answer."