Camellia’s pace quickened, the city blurring around her. His footsteps followed, steady and relentless, and each one tightened the knot in her chest. No matter how far she went, his voice chased her.
“Camellia… Camellia.”
Williams caught up, his hand closing gently around her arm. “Wait. Please.”
She stopped, but didn’t turn. The warmth of his touch burned through her sleeve, sending shivers across her skin. “What do you want from me?” Her voice was stern, almost cold.
Breathless, Williams stepped in front of her, eyes searching her face. But when she refused to meet his gaze, his chest fell with a sigh. “I just want to talk,” he said softly, almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to scare you last night.”
Slowly, she lifted her head, eyes wary. “Why? Why do you want to talk to me? You don’t
