ATLAS' POV.
The training ground was deathly silent, but my mind was a storm. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the image of her—Delta Willow—using the Ghost Step Collar Break on me. The exact pivot. The exact angle. The exact timing. My move. My invention.
Something I had only ever used myself.
No one else knew it.
No one else could have.
And yet there she was, using it on me.
A cold fury rose in my chest, a mix of disbelief and anger. How did she…? Who taught her that? How was that even possible? And why the hell did it feel like everything I’d been confused about over the last two weeks was suddenly making sense?
The weight of it pressed down on me. My jaw clenched. My hands twitched at my sides.
I couldn’t leave it. I wouldn’t.
I turned sharply and stormed off the training g
