Moments later,

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The stone was cold against her back. The garden alcove had shrunk to the space between his body and the wall, and she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there.

One moment she was walking away. The next, his hand was on her hip and her spine was pressed to something ancient and unyielding.

"I've been looking for you," he said. Very quietly. Like it was a confession. Like it was a threat.

"You have the wrong woman."

"I really don't."

She could have killed him then. Her blade was three feet away on the ground, but she didn't need it. She had her teeth. She had her...