Atlas's POV
I walked back to my dorm room after the rogue attack, head pounding with the rhythmic throbbing of anger and something else I didn't want to name. The hallways of Greystone were quiet at this hour, moonlight slanting through narrow slit windows onto cold stone floors. My bare feet thumped against the ancient marble as I slipped into our room.
Jace was gone. Probably still out with Alex, parading around under the stars like the pretty boy he liked to pretend he wasn't. I stripped off my bloodstained clothes, dropped them into the hamper, and stepped into the stone-tiled shower.
Hot water sluiced over my skin, steam billowing against the glass panel. My black hair stuck to my forehead. My chest felt tight, too tight, like something inside me was curling its claws into
