MADELINE'S POV
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"I'll race you," I beam, feeling electrified this morning. I woke up and didn't even scold Atlas, but simply ignored him as I took in the morning sun that was greeting me along with the chirping of a singsong birds. Atlas stares at me like I'm insane, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion, "What has gotten into you today?" he asks, but I merely shrug and keep my feelings to myself. "Can't a woman have a good day?" I ask with a wicked smile. "I guess you can, but it raises suspicion." His eyes remain locked with mine, "Who's suspicion?" My smile falters. "Mine," He retorts with the ut most serious expression. I scoff, "You're suspicion will be biast then. I'm in a good mood, is it that hard to believe?" Atlas studies me. "Did you sneak out last night?" A muscle feathers i
