Zara
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was grey light filtering through the thick canopy above me. For a moment, I thought it was still night. But the shadows had softened into an ashen dawn, fog weaving through the trees like ghosts returning to their graves.
I felt weightless.
My head lolled against something hard yet warm, my cheek pressed to a broad chest that rose and fell steadily. The smell of rain-dampened cotton, scented laundry soap, and pine scent wrapped around me. My body shivered against the cold air biting at my soaked uniform, but his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer against his warmth.
Atlas.
I knew it was him before I even registered the silent fury in his clenched jaw, the stubborn set of his brows, the subtle scowl twitching at his lips as he
