Thane's pov.

My emotions skidded to a halt.

“Imogen”

Her name left my mouth in a whisper. The one behind the threats is my sister? My blood?

“It can't be” The word scrapped against my throat, barely louder than a breath.

Imogen stepped out of the shadow and in front of Andera. Outside, the clouds shifted casting the moonlight on her bored expression.

I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out but a sound that was half denial, half despair.

“It's not possible.” I shook my head, I refused to believe that my sister would do this to me “Tell me someone put you up to this, Imogen.”

She...