“Camellia.” He forced a warning growl into his voice.
Her laughter bubbled over. The sound moved through the garden like bells on the wind. The exotic flowers blooming so explicably in this miraculous garden reacted, turning to follow her progress as she strode in the opposite direction of her home.
“Jonas. Seriously. Use your skills. And your logic. If I was going to throw you and your team members to the wolves, I wouldn’t have told you what Gray was warning me about, now would I? And you can hear truth. If I tell you the men are safe but they aren’t, you would know. If anyone has to worry, it’s me.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because you know the moment you are out of my garden, I intend to run, and you don’t intend to let me. You’re the big bad wolf. Don’t bother to deny it. I can read you like a book. You might think you’re all badass and can hide your expression and body language from everyone, but you can’t from me.”
She halted abruptly in front of a little grotto. A narrow, shallow stream burbled across the bluish and gray pebbles making up the bed, sounding musical. A series of three tiny waterfalls stair-stepped artfully down the flat surfaces of three large, flat rocks, the water forming a zigzag pattern as it fell. At the base of the last stone, the water collected into a small pool before spilling over the sides into the stream. It was quite pretty, like everything else in the garden. Behind the little falls was a naturally formed cave, quite shallow, and lined with the same shiny bluish-gray river rocks that lined the stream and the pathway leading to her house.
The mist appeared almost lavender as it floated around the little grotto, stream and shallow pool. She stood very still, and once more, it was nearly impossible to see her, the mist making her nearly transparent. He had the urge to reach out and yank her to him, shackle her wrist with his long fingers and hold her to him.
“It isn’t that I don’t intend to let you run, Camellia. It’s that I don’t want you to go. That isn’t the same thing. For the first time, I feel as if I have someone who actually sees the real me—all of me—and accepts what I am. There’s freedom in that. I can talk to you. I’m attracted to you. I’d like you to stay and see where this takes us. Do I understand you wanting to get the hell out? You bet I do. On the other hand, if this threat is closer than I thought it was, I could use help determining what’s going on, because I honestly don’t have a clue, and I think you’re better at puzzle-solving than I am.”
He wasn’t above appealing to her ego. He was strictly honest, not wanting her to ever catch him in a lie. He knew there would be times he might have to sidestep a question or finesse an answer, but he was determined to be as honest as possible, especially when it came to the personal stuff.
“You’re also a hunter, Jonas,” she pointed out. “Running makes me prey. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”
“I’d have to have a reason to come after you, Camellia.” He kept his voice low, trying not to sound like the killer he was.
She turned to face him, her hands on her hips, her head tilted back. She was so close, each breath drew the scent of her into his lungs. Camellia blossoms often didn’t have scents. Neither did Camellia, the woman. Not unless she was like this, up close, so close they could have been touching. There was a subtlety to the fragrance of her skin. Feminine. Definitely exotic, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint but that he knew he would always associate with her.
Camellia didn’t lack courage. She looked him right in the eyes. “You do have reason to come after me, Jonas.” Her long lashes swept down and then back up. “We have too many connections pulling us together. You’re a hunter. You won’t just sit around thinking about it.”
“Neither will you.” He made it a statement.
She sighed. “You’re right. But I have too much to lose by sticking around. You don’t.” She shrugged, and there was the faintest hint of a smile curving her generous mouth. “It’s possible I can lead you away from your team. If you choose to follow me, that’s on you, not that I think you’ll be able to find me, but you have a better chance than most.”
He resisted the urge to take her face between his large hands and kiss that challenge away. “You can’t play games with me and win.”
“I wish it were a game and I wouldn’t have to leave, Jonas. I don’t feel I have a choice. Marigold is down there in that compound, and sooner or later, every one of the GhostWalkers are going to know I’m up here. Like you, they are going to start wondering why I haven’t come down there to join them. I’m not willing to tell them, and I’m not willing to join them. That means I have to go. It isn’t a game to me. It’s difficult to leave and start all over again.”