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in and I couldn’t risk talking to you. After the incident with Tim, I realised
they’d turned everyone against me. I couldn’t stay in England. They’d hunt me
down eventually. I went to France, hoping to find help, but Walker had gotten
to them too. In every country I’ve passed through, I’ve been hunted, shot at,
attacked, and chased out.”
    She sat there, head bowed, the knowledge of
her fate lodged in her chest like the bullet in her shoulder. “I can’t keep
running. They’re too powerful.” She glanced over at him. “I should have let you
kill me when you came in.”
    “Imogen…” He went to move, but the vines
held fast. He grunted. “Come on, let me go.”
    She said nothing. In spite of her words,
her survival instinct stopped her from releasing the vines. She didn’t trust
him. Despite their previous relationship, his first loyalty was to the S.U.;
she had no doubt he would kill her, the first chance he got.
    She gave him a small smile. “I can’t
believe you really thought I’d gone over to Chaos.”
    He frowned. “You vanished, remember? No
warning, no explanation. And they showed me evidence.”
    “What sort of evidence?”
    “Photos.” His silver eyes darkened, as if
he were recalling difficult memories. “Of you…with a werewolf.”
    “Doing what?” she snapped. He looked at her
and she gave a sarcastic laugh. “You didn’t think they might have been
Photoshopped?”
    “They were pretty convincing.”
    “Cam . . . .”
    “It wasn’t just that. Do you think I didn’t
argue it was a mistake? Repeatedly? But there were taped phone conversations,
documents showing places you’d been, talking with people I didn’t know. Videos
of you in Europe meeting people known to work for Chaos. Shots of you going
into Brooks’ house. They told me you’d seduced me because you wanted to get to
someone close to Walker.”
    “You came up to me at the training field
and ordered me to your room!” She shook with indignation.
    He closed his eyes briefly. “I know. It’s
just…”
    “What?” Her temper flared.
    “I’d never felt about anyone the way I felt
about you. When I wasn’t with you, I thought about you all the time. I couldn’t
wait until you were back in my arms again. I felt like I’d been bewitched, and
when they told me that’s what you’d done…it made sense.”
    “You thought I’d cast a spell on you?” She
was furious, although not really at him. “Bastards!” She stood and took the
glass from the table, and threw it with all her might at the opposite wall. It
smashed into pieces, and he flinched. She clenched her fists, anger bubbling in
her stomach, her hands growing hot.
    “Careful,” he said. “You’ll bring the whole
place down if you don’t relax.”
    She spun to glare at him. “They took it
away from me.” She was close to tears.
    “What?”
    Love . She
opened her mouth to tell him, but bit the word back. She sank onto the bed, her
head in her hands. What was she going to do?
    “You need to get that bullet out,” he said
after a short pause. “Imogen, let me go; I can do it for you.”
    “No.” She stood and moved away from him,
back into the darkness.
    “I believe you. I didn’t know, that’s all.
You can trust me.”
    “No, I can’t. I really can’t.”
    “So what are you going to do? Run forever?
Or give up? There are others not far behind me—if I let you go, they’ll soon
hunt you down. You need my help—you won’t get far without it.”
    Imogen said nothing. His words had
triggered a memory, and her brain worked furiously, trying to make sense of it.
You need my help… Why did that phrase ring something deep within her? How could
he help her? What could he do to get her out of this situation?
    And then it came to her. She looked at him
lying on the bed, six feet four of vibrant, virile male. She couldn’t do it. It
was a ridiculous thought. There was no way she could bring herself to go
through with such a mad