Between one breath and the next, Zanna felt Byron's hand close around her slender throat, his body crowding hers against the doorway separating the garden from the shop. Her own preternatural speed had allowed her to see him moving, but she hadn't reacted. Not with more than a slight catch of her breath, and her dark eyes flicking up to his. They were calm despite the threat, although her pulse did flutter slightly under his fingers.
One of her hands came up, wrapping lightly around his right wrist. Not struggling, but waiting patiently. "How many of my kind do you think that one circus can attract, Byron? There are only so many of us, and most are still sleeping in the deep woods. Besides, it would have been terribly rude to leave without saying goodbye, don't you think?" Just the corner of her mouth curved, a half-smile. "Forgive me the little game? I really thought you knew..."