IMOGEN’S POV
The room was very silent.
I had shut my eyes in slow blinking and the light of the curtains was coming through them in scarce shreds like knives. The lame pain in my head was a bit of sleepy progression after I had slept badly.
For a moment, I just lay there, breath slow, heart uncertain, trying to remember why I felt so tense. Like something had just gone wrong. Like I had been shouting.
But there was no blood.
No bruises.
No broken vase on the floor.
Only stillness.
I sat up slowly, letting the thick duvet slide down to my lap.
The suite was immaculate. The carpet plush beneath my feet. The bed was untouched except for the small indent where I’d slept.
Perry wasn’t beside me.
It had all been a dream.
A heavy breath left my lips. Whether to be grateful or dread,
