"I always knew you'd fall for someone who could shoot golden energy from their hands," Hannah remarked dryly from the back of the helicopter. "Your dating standards were impossible from the start."
Atlas shot her a withering look as he tended to Sarah's injuries - minor cuts and bruises from their hasty escape. The golden light beneath Sarah's skin flickered with each gentle touch, responding to his proximity.
"Is this really the time for relationship commentary?" he asked, though the question lacked genuine irritation. Something had shifted between him and Hannah - not forgiveness exactly, but a tentative truce born from necessity.
"Just noting that your type has evolved. Literally." Hannah's eyes slid to Sarah, who was watching their exchange with undisguised curiosity. "Though I can'
