CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As she cried on the daybed in the garden that night, Lydia heard a noise in the flowers.
Jonathan came out, standing in the light. “Are you all right?”
She wiped her eyes, sniffing. “Leave me alone.”
“You weren’t at dinner.” He sat beside her, the soft mattress bending from his weight. “Don’t cry.”
“Get away from me.” She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. “I hate it here. It’s killing me.”
“Lydia—”
“I’m going crazy.” She slapped his hand from her face. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“That’s the last thing I want.” His striking face displayed concern though she doubted it were genuine. “I want to make you happy. The only way I can do that is if you let me in.”
“Go to hell. I won’t let you get into my head and turn me into one of your clones.”
“You’re speci
