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 I rose and tried not to say anything.
But then the silence shattered.
“Who were you on the phone with?”
His voice came sharp and slurred from the bed.
I froze. My stomach dropped. I turned to face him, Perry, now sitting upright in the sheets, his eyes n
