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him and raised his arm.
    “No!” She heard Amaury’s scream and saw the stake in Butt Ugly’s hand glint in the faint light coming from one of the windows facing the alley. Without thinking, Nina jumped behind the nasty vampire and landed on his back. Just as the tip of his stake reached Amaury’s chest, she slammed her own stake into the vampire’s back and hoped she’d found the spot where his damned heart was located.
    As the bastard dissolved into dust, she landed right on Amaury, her legs straddling him. He wore no coat or jacket, only cargo pants and a shirt, which brought her into much closer contact with his body than the night before when he’d worn a long coat. For a moment, the warmth of his body startled her. How could he be so warm? He was a vampire—vampires were supposed to be cold.
    “You’re w—”
    His hand snapped around her wrist which still held the stake. He nudged the offending item away from him while he pinned her with a surprised stare.
    “Careful, you could hurt somebody with that,” he smirked.
    Smartass!
    Nina didn’t get a chance to reply. From the corner of her eye she saw Johan approach, a knife in his hands. He lifted his arm and aimed it straight at her, ready to release it with a quick flick of his wrist.
    Before she could move, Amaury twisted underneath her, wrapped his arms around her and shifted. Instead of the knife hitting her chest, it grazed her shoulder, slicing into the top layer of her skin. The pain was overridden by the adrenaline shooting through her body.
    She noticed Amaury’s furious look before he unceremoniously dumped her on the ground and jumped onto his feet. Obviously Johan had picked up on the same look and instantly turned tail.
    With the immediate danger over, the pain from her wounds suddenly crashed over her, and she let out a frustrated moan. Amaury immediately turned back to her instead of pursuing the other vampire.
    “You okay?” Was that worry in his voice?
    He crouched down next to her, a concerned look on his face. Was it such a good idea to be so close to a vampire when she was a walking advertisement for his favorite food?
    “What’s it look like?” She figured it was better not to show him that she was worried about the fact that she leaked blood like a self-serve soda fountain. Would he try to bite her now that he could surely smell her blood? Even her own nose picked up the metallic scent of it.
    “You look pretty beat up to me. Let’s go and fix you up.”
    He took her arm to pull her up, but she wrenched free from him as soon as she stood.
    “Don’t touch me.” An instant later her stance faltered, and dizziness overwhelmed her.
    “You can’t stand on your own,” he commented, a smug tone in his voice, and picked her up as if she was as light as a bag of groceries. “You’re coming with me.”
    “No!” Nina protested and tried to wiggle out of Amaury’s arms, but her strength was quickly draining. “I’m not going with a vampire.”
    “Tough luck—I’m the only one here. And I’m not leaving an injured woman in the street where she can get attacked again.” His voice sounded firm and unyielding. Great, not only was he a vampire, he was also a Neanderthal on steroids.
    You Tarzan, me Jane.
    “So, do you have a name?” he asked, carrying her undeterred through the night.
    “Hmh,” she growled. He wouldn’t get a peep out of her.
    “Fine, I can just keep on calling you The Blonde Who Kissed Me. By the way, nice kiss. Were you going to repeat that any time soon? ‘Cause if I call youThe Blonde Who Kissed Me, I might get ideas.” The exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows was almost comical, had she been in the mood to laugh.
    The man was a pill. But she didn’t want to be reminded of that kiss every few minutes. It was going to be hard enough, with being pressed against his strong chest. With every step he made, his muscles shifted and rubbed against her, sending the most delicious sensations through her aching