Imogen’s POV

 

 I took my phone to search for anything that could give me an idea of where Blond was but it was as if he did not exist because the more I searched—the more I get lost in an endless loop of nothing.

I closed my eyes to imagine me being in his arms again and not being used as a prop for this bastard of a man but I needed to get myself sorted out before making any move.

 

 

I switched off the screen and piled the phone under the pillow. This was a darkened room with only a narrow bit of moon drifting through the carpet. Slowly...