ATLAS' POV.
Willow’s room was too quiet.
The kind of quiet that makes you feel like you shouldn’t even breathe.
She lay curled near the pillows, her eyes getting heavier by the minute. I sat on the edge of her bed, trying not to move or make a sound. She hadn’t thrown me out. Yet. She hadn’t yelled either. She hadn’t even glared at me.
And that alone… terrified me.
Willow never let her walls drop around me.
Not since… well, not since what I remember as my first day meeting her anyway.
But tonight—she looked tired. Not sleepy tired. Worn-down tired. Haunted even. Like the world had taken something from her.
Her eyes fluttered closed. Her breathing slowly steadied. Sleep finally pulled her under.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
For the first time since I remember
