Chapter 5

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Imogen's POV

I sat on the side of my bed, swinging my legs and polishing my knife.

Connor's knife. The knife he'd given me.

This couldn't be happening. I wasn't really going to do this.

I brushed the knife against my skirts.

I was leaving. There was no way I could do this.

I stood up, shoved the knife under my bed, and looked around. The servents were in the hall, so I was alone.

I would have to leave soon.

It was 2am. Guards would be positioned around the castle, but they would be tired. That was good. I needed them to be tired.

The only problem was, I was tired too.

I grabbed a bag from my closet, then changed into the simplest clothes I had. After packing a few things for the road, I scrawled a quick note.

Jaron -

I'll come back. Im not leaving forever, and it's not your fault.

Love, Imogen.

It was short. It said nothing that needed to be said.

I hoped he would forgive me.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 19, 2016 ⏰

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