“That’s your plan?” Imogen sneered below me. I had landed to protect her in case the building fell next. It was not her fault, nor would I let anyone in my family get hurt for me. Never again. “Lie and piss her off about us?” “I needed to see.” “See what? Pure, blinding rage?” Imogen asked. I lifted off of her and stood, offering her my hand. “If she is still my girl.” Imogen’s face softened, a corner of her lips curving up. “That was the most insane way to test that theory.”
