I try to fumble my foggy brain through the overwhelming shock, but I can’t think straight. It’s like someone has fucked with my— No. My chest draws tight. “How long have I been missing?” “Twelve hours,” Brennan answers. “What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest. She slowly lifts her gaze to mine. “What you asked me to.”
