Imogen Stretching like a cat, I open my eyes. The light shining through the windows makes me squint at its brightness. I can tell it is morning, and I have slept the entire day and night away. I feel different, but not in a bad way, just strange. Feeling icy fingers run up my spine, sending sparks to my core, I feel my stomach tighten and my walls clench at the feeling. Tobias isn’t in bed. Rolling over, I find Theo watching me, his hand moving over my hip with my movement, a book in his other hand. Sitting up on my elbow, I reach over, running my fingers over his chest. Everything feels different, he feels different, colder than usual. He shivers under my touch. “What are you reading?” I ask, curious as I haven’t seen that book before. It looks different, old, and the paper is thicke