A moo snarl thunders in his chest. “We are never nothing, Nyx. Not you and me.”
“Just don’t, Atlas,” I answer, his words cutting through my chest and straight into my heart which is all as well willing to drop for him.
“Fine, but I know that look,” Chart book demands, pulling my chin up so he can see me in the eyes. I don’t thrust absent his touch this time, and I ought to have. “You’re ruminating.”
“Is that your word of the day or something?” I complain, as much to avoid the address as to be prickly.
“Nyx.” He immovably says as I step absent from him. “If there’s something off-base, tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” I answer. “Just considering, that’s all. Approximately my enchantment. I…” I clear my throat. “I don’t need to lose control again.”
“You’re kicking ass,” Chart book tells me wit
