Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
She kept that same practiced smile. “No worries, Jonas. I understand. Peter Whitney likes his little experiments with people.”
“Whitney.” Jonas growled. “That bastard faked his own death and left my team and me locked in cages in his laboratory, like we were fucking lab rats. At the time, most of our team couldn’t operate on their own without an anchor to pull the psychic energy from them. They had no way to stop the assault on their brains, and none of us knew what was happening. We didn’t know he’d messed with our DNA—that was something we never agreed to—so when some of us started getting hyperaggressive and others started manifesting strange new abilities, it made no sense to us. We didn’t have any answers and had no one to tell us what was happening. Not to mention, there were people trying to murder us.”
“He was probably sitting back and recording everything,” Camellia said.
“Probably.” That was exactly the sort of sick sociopath Whitney was.
Jonas let himself really look at her. She was quite beautiful to him. Different. Her unusual eyes were framed with thick dark lashes, and her dark hair contrasted with her pale skin. When he looked at her closely, he could see she had a dusting of freckles across her nose, like little specks of gold. Everything about her looked delicate, from her hands—the fingers of which were curled around the branch of a Middlemist Red Camellia bush—to her narrow rib cage.
She wasn’t emaciated by any means—she had hips and breasts—but she was well proportioned for her height, and she looked as if she needed protection. His protection.
Jonas didn’t look at women that way. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor. He didn’t want needy. Or clingy. He had never envisioned having a woman of his own, a permanent partner, in his bed and his life. Especially not once he was enhanced. He’d thought about it after watching Ryland with Lily and Nico with Dahlia. They worked, even when things got rough.
Jonas just didn’t think that sort of relationship would work for him—until he met Camellia. The instant he’d seen her, he knew she was meant to be his. He was born for her. It was that simple. Whitney had nothing to do with it. He may have brought them together faster than it would have taken normally, but Jonas knew the moment he laid eyes on Camellia he would have gone after her, no matter what.
He detested that he had hurt her.
“Why didn’t you come to our fortress, Camellia? You had to know who was living there. You get too much information not to have known that at least one of the women you grew up with was in that compound. I’ve been trying to understand why you wouldn’t, but nothing tracks. If you thought we were holding any of your friends against their will, I doubt anything would have stopped you from coming to their aid. So why did you stay away? Why not come down and introduce yourself?”
Jonas didn’t take his eyes off her. He no longer had that deep connection with her, but he was good at reading people. Maybe it was part of his predatory enhancements, but he could read every little movement, every subtle hint or change of expression.
Her lips compressed just the tiniest bit as she bit down on the inside of her mouth. Most people wouldn’t have noticed that slight tell, but she had beautiful lips, and he was already very fond of them. Any small change in the shape or the way they glistened, anything at all, he was bound to notice. He also had extremely acute hearing, and he didn’t miss the way her heartbeat accelerated for just a second or two. Almost as soon as her heart sped up, she took a slow breath, and her pulse dropped back to normal.
Jonas had to hand it to her: Camellia was good. Extremely good. She wasn’t going to be easy to win over, and she wasn’t going to be easy to read. Most of the time, when he needed answers from someone, he could either charm them into lowering their guard, or he could slip his questions into the conversation and read their resulting physical response for answers. Neither of which were going to work with Camellia. He’d destroyed his chance at charming her, and her poker face was the best he’d ever seen.
But there was a reason she’d been avoiding the GhostWalkers, and he needed to know why.
4
Camellia took her time, breathing in and out slowly, not allowing herself to panic. Jonas Harper was in her garden, surrounded by her allies. She could escape if she needed to. She held on to that. For a short time, she’d had hope that she wouldn’t spend her life alone, but his unmistakable reaction to what she was, what she would always be, told her how she would be received no matter where she was in the world—even with the GhostWalkers. Even with the man Whitney had paired her with.