WILLOW'S POV.
After I left the woods, I busied myself walking around for a while before finally deciding to head back to the room. As I walked, I tried to shove my thoughts about Atlas to the back of my mind. He must have gotten tired of waiting. He’s probably gone by now. I told myself that over and over, forcing my legs to move even though my chest felt like it might implode from the memory of his lips against mine.
The hallway stretched ahead, quiet and empty… or at least it seemed so. I kept my head down as I walked.
I froze when my eyes caught something on the floor.
A dark smear, streaked across it like someone had stepped on some dark liquid. My brow furrowed as I bent down, squinting at the glistening stain. Blood.
My mind went blank for a moment. That… wasn’t here before. Was
