MADELINE'S POV
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Silent and invisible-- that's what I am at this dinner table. Atlas' parents are chatting amongst themselves. The rest are mingling and laughing softly over steak and wine. Me-- I'm just sitting here, slowly cutting into food while Atlas and Colton laugh the loudest, talking the most and sometimes, for a few minutes-- they are silent, as if grieving what they had lost all these years.
Colton-- thrown out of a pack without knowing why.
Raised by rogues.
Goddess-- rogues.
What had they taught him?
Were they kind?
Did he suffer by any means?
From the way he's acting, I can't tell. I can't see any marks of torture, but his eyes-- ever the kindness in them when he looks at Atlas, but when those cold, sapphire eyes lock with mine-- they are anything but filled with kin
