ATLAS' POV.
I sat in my office with my elbows on the desk and my hands locked together, staring at nothing. The papers in front of me had been sitting there for almost an hour, untouched. Normally, I would have finished them already—I hated leaving work half-done. But today, my mind refused to settle.
I couldn’t stop thinking.
I’d been so desperate to get even a small chance with her that I’d gone ahead and offered her that ridiculous deal earlier this morning. Me, offering deals like some lovesick fool. I still couldn’t believe I’d done it.
And even with that… even after everything… she still felt so far away.
A sharp knock pulled me out of my thoughts.
I straightened a little. “Who is it?”
“It’s Ethan,” he called through the door.
Of course. Just what I needed.
“Come in,” I said
