ELENA
I swallowed a lump in my throat, my breath suddenly shorter. And harsher.
Wow. Drug dealers?
As we walked out of the room then, Atlas’s cold fingers on the small of my back, I recoiled inwardly. But I couldn’t decide if it was in repulsion, or fear.
Or if it was simply the electric sparks that danced across my skin each time he touched me. Which I still refused to accept as anything.
He led me down to the ground floor, and to the garage, where his car was parked.
And as we got en route to the venue of the meeting—which I didn’t know about, I wondered why Atlas had decided to be this…open to me. Telling me about the meeting beforehand, bringing me along, and all.
Was it because he saw me as a means to an end of making the Grants pay and getting the money he wants?
We arrived a
