“What did you do?” Imogen whispers without looking at me. “What needed to be done.” We both stand as the first-years do, but unlike them, we don’t stumble as we gain our feet. “You sound like Xaden,” Imogen says. My gaze swings toward her. “Relax. It’s a compliment.” She smiles. “Liam is immeasurably grateful right now.” I swallow past the lump in my throat.
