CAMELLIA'S POV
I tried to stay calm—or at least look calm—even though every instinct inside me was screaming.
These men, whoever they were, hadn't stumbled upon me by chance.
They had come for me.
They had been waiting for me.
I forced myself to meet their gazes one by one, searching for anything that might identify them—a scar, a tattoo, a familiar stance. Anything.
But their masks were smooth, their clothing identical, and their bodies gave nothing away. Even their hands were hidden beneath leather gloves.
This had been planned.
I lifted my eyes to the man who had spoken. “I don't want any trouble,” I said, forcing my voice to remain calm.
“No?” the second man replied with a laugh. “Funny. We came looking for it.”
The other two joined in, their laughter echoing through the tree
