Caressed by Shadows (Rulers of Darkness Book 4) by Amanda J. Greene

the sexiest vampire she’d ever seen.
    “The witches would be expecting us to wait for the sun to set,” Falcon explained.
    Sonya popped the cap on the mouthwash and took a swig. Falcon rolled the window down for her. He was a perfect gentleman.  She whipped her mouth with the back of her hand as he put the window back up.
    “Did you roll me up in the comforter and sheets and carry me over your shoulder through the lobby to dump me in this seat?”
    “I covered you with the bedding, taking great care that you would be protected from the sun’s rays, and cradled you in my arms as I took the service elevator down to the underground garage. Then I dumped you in that seat. Perhaps I should I have purchased a car with a trunk so we could play out your kidnapping scenario.”
    Sonya gave a light laugh and straightened the seat. “You could have put a stake through my heart and I wouldn’t have flinched. I was out.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “Dandy,” she said with a smile and a coy bat of her eyelashes. “And ready to kick some hunter ass.”
    “Hate to break it you, but where we are going, I’m hoping not to run into hunters.”
    She sighed, “Well, you’re going to need to take me to a bar so I can pick a fight. I’ve got energy.”
    She couldn’t stop herself from glancing over at the knight. Falcon’s gaze heated and for a second, Sonya thought he might lean over and kiss her.
    He abruptly returned his eyes to the road and rested his arms against the door, putting as much distance between them as the confined space would allow.
    “Where are we headed?” she asked, her voice cutting through the tension like a battle-axe.
    “For now, Oxford.”
    “I thought the plan was to get as far away from London as possible.”
    “We’ll be switching cars in Oxford and in a few other towns as we make our way to the countryside.”
    “And then?”
    “We’ll find some place to wait out the day. Unless you want me to wrap you in a comforter and throw you in the trunk.”
    Sonya smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears, then chided herself for acting like a lovesick teenager. “Pass, thank you.”
    “Switching up the vehicles should keep the hunters off our trail,” he added.
    “It sounds like you’ve got a plan, but how are we getting back to the continent?”
    “A plane or helicopter, haven’t worked out the details yet. Which reminds me, when we stop for the day, you should call Gwendolyn.”
    Her stomach dropped. “Have you talked to her?”
    “No. I’ve only spoken with my king.”
    Sonya nodded and fell silent. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth as she stared unseeing out the window. Falcon was right. She needed to speak with Gwendolyn, but she didn’t know what to tell her. Gwen would never understand why Sonya would knowingly step into the Red Order’s trap. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had gone along with Silvie’s plan. She could have easily avoided the hunters, with or without her entourage in tow.
    Sonya rubbed her brow.
    “Do you not want to speak with her?” Falcon asked.
    She continued to gaze out the window. “It’s not that.”
    “Gwendolyn didn’t know you had left that night until your driver reported the attack.”
    She had no response for his statement.
    “Sonya?”
    She could se nse the anger rising within him as she remained quiet. She glanced over at him, reading his body language.
    He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His jaw was clenched, she could hear the subtle sound of his teeth grinding. Every muscle in his upper body was tense. She didn’t have to meet his gaze to know the swirling silver had hardened to gray.
    The prim and proper knight is silently screaming at me , she thought.
     
     
     
    “You knew that you were going to be ambushed and you told no one.”
    “I couldn’t. Silvie insisted I keep it a secret.”
    Falcon turned into a driveway and slid the car into park. He slowly turned toward her. His eyes were cold, his