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herself. No matter how good he looked stretched out and bound to her bed, she couldn’t forget that he was an unknown variable. And Naya couldn’t afford unknowns.
    The vampire sighed in resignation and tried to stretch his arms, wincing with discomfort. Raw, angry burns marred his skin where the silver made contact, but it couldn’t be helped. The silver would weaken him and Naya needed an equalizer until she decided whether or not to alert the elders to the vampire’s presence. “For starters, I don’t know your name, so I’m not going to be able to help you on that one. I’ve never seen you before today.”
    Bullshit. After he’d sacked her like a quarterback, he’d said her name. And that he needed to protect her. A surge of emotion rose up in Naya’s chest. Tenderness toward this male that she couldn’t afford to feel. Protect her from what? Why? Who was he to her? And what did he know that she didn’t? This was her town. Anything supernatural went down and Naya knew about it. The only reason he was here now was because he’d passed out afterward. “You’re lying. You said my name last night.”
    The vampire let out a measured breath and Naya had a feeling that if his hands were free he would have raked his fingers through the tangle of his tawny hair. “I don’t remember a gods-damned thing about last night,” he said. “I may be wrong, but I think we’ve been over this. I’m kind of drawing a blank here.”
    Amnesia? Sure, like she’d believe that pathetic excuse. “This isn’t a soap opera, buddy. The my-memory-is-gone excuse is a little tired, don’t you think?”
    His mouth turned up in a half smile and Naya’s stomach did a little flip. Damn, he was sexy. The way she’d bound him showcased his muscled arms and chest in just the right way. His shirtless state was a bonus as far as she was concerned. His loss was her gain. She gave her head a shake and tore her gaze from his body. Gods, Naya. Focus!
    â€œI never said my memory was completely gone. I just don’t remember anything that’s happened since I got to town.” He let out a chuff of breath. “Hell, I don’t even know why I’m in this town. Maybe you could help fill in those blanks, starting with why I’m chained to your bed?” The question carried a decidedly sexual edge. Apparently he wasn’t too nervous to nix the cocky attitude.
    â€œYou’re chained to my bed because I was feeling charitable last night and decided not to kill you on sight. I tracked you to an abandoned parking lot just past downtown. Unchecked magic was leaching from you. Before I could get the drop on you, you tackled me to the ground, said my name, and that you needed to protect me.” She added, low, “And passed out. How’s that for filling in the blanks?”
    The mischievous glimmer in his emerald eyes dulled and was replaced with a calculating light reminding Naya that, good looks or not, this male was an unknown variable she couldn’t risk letting loose in the town. His arms pulled against the bindings, more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything, rattling the chains behind him. “Protect you from what?”
    His tone vibrated through her, the rough edge coaxing a shiver to her skin. “I have no idea,” she replied. “And since your memory has so conveniently failed you, I guess neither one of us will know anytime soon.”
    He studied her with that same inscrutable gaze, as though he were peering right into her soul. His expression softened and the tension in his shoulders relaxed a fraction or two. “Sounds like we didn’t have a proper introduction. Aren’t you even curious to know my name? Or are you more of a cut-to-the-chase sort of female?”
    His patronizing tone did little for her mounting temper. Naya didn’t care what his name was. If he was a threat,