IMOGEN'S POV
I waited until I was three blocks away from the hospital before I pulled over and called Amala. My hands were shaking as I dialed her number. Not from fear, but from the adrenaline of what I was about to do.
"Imogen? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone."
"Was I convincing?"
There was a long pause. "What are you talking about?"
"This afternoon. When I told you I wanted to give up. Was I convincing enough that you believed me?"
"This is not the time for games, Imogen. You can't just—"
"I'm not playing games." I pressed my back against the driver's seat and stared out at the traffic moving past my parked car. "I meant what I said about not wanting to keep fighting Elijah in court. But I never said I was done fighting him completely."
"I don't understand."
"I want to destroy him outside the courtroom. I want to ruin him in ways that have nothing to do with judges or legal proceedings or evidence that can be thrown out on technicalities."
