#Chapter82
Imogen
Stretching like a cat, I opened my eyes. The light shone through the windows making me squint at its brightness. It was morning? Had I slept the entire day and night away? I felt different, but not in a bad way, just strange. Icy fingers danced up my spine, sending sparks to my core. My stomach tightened and my walls clenched at the sensation. Tobias wasn’t in bed. Rolling over, I foundTheo watching me, his hand moving over my hip with my movement. A book was in his other hand.
/"Sitting up on my elbow, I reached over, running my fingers over his chest. Everything felt different, he was colder than usual. He shivered under my touch.
/"What are you reading?/" I asked, curious as I hadn’t seen that book before. It looked different, old, and the paper was thicker than most books, it looked like old parchment. The color of the pages was stained yellow in places.
