Oh.
Well, that was unfortunate. Since Imogen was no longer among the living. So there was no way they can break the curse, whatever it was. A part of me didn’t care though, because even though it was my ancestor who had casted it, it had absolutely nothing to do with me personally.
I wish I could have that type of attitude, but that wasn’t me. I slightly did care. Just not the part that they used my life to get it done.
“Who’s Imogen?” Sasha asks, looking a bit bewildered.
“Someone who hasn’t lived for three hundred years, give or take.” Calen replies.
My mother suddenly falls to the ground on her knees, looking completely shellshocked by the news. My father kneels down next to her, grabbing her shoulders. I honestly don’t understand their reactions to all this. Was it really that imp
