ATLAS' POV.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as the last document blurred in front of me. The day had been long, loud, and irritating—and all of it traced back to one person.
Willow.
Even thinking her name was starting to give me a headache.
I exhaled slowly, dropping the file on my desk.
“You really did it,” Selene's voice reached my ear.
I lifted my eyes—and there she was, sitting on my desk like she owned the place, legs crossed elegantly, arms folded. Her long hair fell forward as she tilted her head at me, her expression a mix of amusement and… something else I couldn’t quite place.
“You bought her a dress,” she repeated. “And sent it to her room. Without asking her. Atlas, are you sure that was a good idea?”
I shrugged once. “I didn’t see the problem.”
Selene le
