"Give me your hands," Kyle said out of nowhere.
Amelia looked at him weirdly as he stopped near a strange abandoned building.
Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed how secluded they were.
And what was stranger was the fact that even when she would've been panicking if it was someone else in Kyle's place, she was atrociously calm. Her energies trusted the man, just like she trusted Cyrus.
"Why?" She asked.
Kyle didn't say a word.
He got off the bike, making her step down too.
He removed the seat and pulled out the rope he always carries around with him for emergencies.
Without telling Amelia what he was doing, he grabbed Amelia's hands and started tying them.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked with raised brows, visibly confused.
Kyle rolled his eyes at her naivety.
