Imogen’s pov

It had been a day since the incident—  a day since my life had cracked in half and I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

I had tried, really tried desperately to act normal, to keep my breathing steady, to keep my heart from beating too fast, but it was impossible.

Every corner of my mind was haunted by the memory of her face, the sharp, predatory spark in Savannah’s eyes before everything went out of control.

Even closing my eyes brought no relief. In the darkness of my room, shadows bend into shapes, and in the corner of every room, every hallway in my...