ELENA
I whirled around, staring wide-eyed at Atlas as he approached.
Now why in hell did he follow us out here? What is wrong with him?
Following me everywhere now, huh? Like a bodyguard or something?
Or was that his f*****g guilt?
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I queried in a hard voice.
“So,” he shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes a pair of fiery funnels, “this is the mental health break you’re taking?”
I scoffed, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “You don’t get to dictate to me how I take my break, Atlas,” I spat, my tone venomous. “You don’t own me.”
Jeremy’s gaze burned into my face all the while.
“It’s not about owning you, Elena. This is about your safety.”
“Says the stalker.” Jeremey stepped in here, standing a little in front of me to block me off
