Though Robin would never admit it, there was some part of her that ashamedly enjoyed the time before the Hunt. Of course, it wasn't really proper for a teenage girl to be sitting in an older man's car who was not her father- which is exactly what she enjoyed.

When she thinks he's not looking, she peeks at him like a curious child, a blushing maiden.

She believes he's unaware, unaffected. After all, he is a Hunter in every sense of the word- the essence of poise, grace, and lethality.

Yet inside, he feels her presence, feels it burning its way into him, eating away at his sanity because he's knows what he feels shouldn't be.

The call comes in.

And Amon drives a little faster than the night before to get out before he burns.