THIRD POV.
The echo of her footsteps rang sharply through the hallway, each one landing heavier than the last. The air outside the gym was colder, but it did nothing to ease the heat crawling up Selene’s chest.
She could still hear his voice in her head — the calm, low tone Atlas used when he’d said her name.
Willow.
The sound of it twisted something deep inside her.
Selene’s hand clenched into a tight fist. “Willow,” she hissed under her breath, tasting the name like poison on her tongue.
She stopped walking and took a deep breath that did little to steady her racing heart. The image replayed in her mind — Atlas standing there, sweat glistening on his skin, eyes softening in a way she hadn’t seen in years. Not since before he’d lost control and she had helped him find his balance ag
