ISAAC'S POV
I stormed through the crowd, the tension in my chest growing tighter with each passing second. Imogen had walked away from the graveyard, and I couldn't just let her go—not like this. Everything had gone to hell in the space of minutes, and I could see the cracks forming. Elijah had exposed everything, but it was the look in Imogen's eyes that had shattered me.
She had looked almost resigned, like she had expected this, like she had been waiting for it. And I couldn't let her face the fallout alone. Not when I knew just how deep the damage would go.
I pushed through the sea of black suits and veils, muttering apologies as I hurried past people who were too busy whispering about the scene that had just unfolded to notice me. My mind raced, trying to figure out what to say to her. She was walking out of this mess with her head high, but I knew her well enough to know that she was hurting.