ISAAC'S POV
The hospital discharged me against medical advice. I didn't care what the doctors said about needing observation or taking it slow. I felt stronger than I had in days, like that dream had burned away something toxic that had been poisoning my system. The only thing that mattered now was getting to Imogen before she did something that would destroy us both.
I took a cab straight to her apartment. My hands were shaking as I knocked on her door. No answer. I tried the handle. Locked. The neighbor across poked her head out when she heard me rattling the door.
"She left yesterday," the woman said. "Did not come back."
My stomach dropped. She was already gone. Already putting whatever plan she'd cooked up into motion.
I called another cab and gave the driver my home address. Maybe she'd gone there first. Maybe I could still catch her before she did something irreversible.
