Imogene Scott
Damien stands up first, his eyes locking with mine. There’s a storm in them—anger, hurt, regret, and something else. Something raw that makes my throat tighten.
Keith tries to stand, but he winces, clearly in pain. “Imogene,” he says, his voice soft, like he’s expecting me to run to him.
But I don’t. I can’t.
The officer clears her throat. “Miss Scott, you’re free to post bail for either or both of them. Though, I suggest you talk to them first.”
Talk? To them? I don’t even know what to say.
I step toward Damien first. My heart tugs in his direction before my brain can stop it. He’s leaning against the wall, looking down at the floor. His knuckles are bruised, and his jaw is tight, but his eyes... they’re softer now, searching mine as I stand in front of him.
“What th
