Not-Imogen had me pinned down, on the edge of the wooden platform above who-knows how far a drop. And she wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You can feel me if you want?" she said, practically breathing the words into my ear. "You can do more than that. This spell creates an illusion strong enough to fool all the senses, which means--I would argue--that it's not really an illusion anymore."

"What do you want?" I hissed. "Why do this?"

"I'm curious," she said. "And so very hungry for ...