MADELINE'S POV
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I watch as person after person runs out of the mansion, the guards, the staff-- trained staff, I realize by the way they move. With the amount of people storming the battlefield, my mind instantly goes to Jaxon. Jaxon who is trapped in a cell. Jaxon who has nothing to defend himself, Jaxon who will most likely die if no one let's him out. My stomach turns over, knotting as nausea hits me out of fear. Fear of his death. Atlas is a mere figure in the chaos, but I spot him without trouble, and run toward him.
He's the only one who could save his brother now.
I hear people scream my title, not my name, my title. Their tones filled with concern. I ignore all of them as I rush to Atlas, and before I could even reach him, he whirls around, eyes immediately falling on me. "N
