Mia POV
I reluctantly rose from the bed, feeling groggy from waking up much later than usual. Surprisingly, Atlas was nowhere to be found in the room, and his distinct scent was absent, indicating that it had been a while since he had been there. A pang of concern washed over me as I left the room in search of him.
After some time, I discovered him in one of the sitting rooms, fast asleep on the couch. The room was dimly lit, and a faint smell of alcohol hung in the air. A knocked-over glass and an empty whiskey bottle lay on the floor beside him. As I knelt down, the sharp scent of alcohol still lingered on his breath. Why would he come down and get so drunk after I had fallen asleep? A small part of me worried that I had done something wrong.
Gently placing my hand on his shoulder, I
