I may not have been here longer than Tobias, but I know Atlas well enough to be able to tell when he’s pissed… and right now, he’s practically steaming. A horrible feeling settles into my gut as I follow Atlas through the winding corridors leading to the Master’s office, and I can’t keep a handle on the adrenaline this time.
She knows, I think, stealing a worried glance up at Atlas as we go. She found out we’re involved somehow, and now we’re in for it. Horrible possibilities are already flashing through my mind: What if she separates us? Worse yet, what if she kicks me out? Hell, kicks both of us out? Dating between students might not be out of the question, but a mentor and a mentee? God, I’ve probably f****d myself over… and Atlas, too.
His expression is unreadable as we stride down t
