Theo’s grip on my wrist makes me realize what I’m about to do, giving Tobias enough time to reach me. Tobias grips my wrist, along with Theo, but the darkness is stronger as it surges through me.
Sparks move up my arm from their touch, and I can feel Tobias and Theo lending me their strength through the bond as I fight against the darkness. Encouraging me to fight against it, to fight for them.
“You don’t want to do this, Imogen,” Tobias says, his grip tight on my arm.
I feel like I’m stuck, not able to move, frozen in time, when I feel the fog rush over me. Only this time I don’t shake it off, I let it move over me, letting it relax me and I throw all my focus on the feeling of the fog calming and muting my thoughts that are racing.
I relax and take a deep breath, concentrating on
