MADELINE'S POV
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There is no such thing as a coincidence-- that's what I believed until the very moment Atlas strode out of our suite, silent and eager to get out of here. There's no soldier standing outside the room, most of the people living inside are outside, celebrating the fact that the rogues retreated. But why did they retreat?
Why did they suddenly fall back and run like cowards?
Were we too many to go up against, or is it because that single male demanded them to flee? The one who looks like Aaron...
I shake my head, staring at the door in front of me now. The one leading to the basement-- the one that leads to Jaxon-- that cheating, traitorous bastard.
Opening the door, my chest tightens as the darkness ahead seems foreign. Stepping into said darkness, the air becomes tha
