“I can’t. Just leave.” “I am with you. You may not die,” Glane growls. Garrick’s square jaw flexes. “You have to. We have to go, or they’ll drain us, too.” “I’m not leaving her!” “I’m not leaving you!” He leans in and slides his hand behind my neck. “I’m not leaving you, Imogen,” he repeats, softer this time. “We’ll take Quinn, but we have to go now. Let me have her.”
