WILLOW'S POV.
I couldn’t believe what I had just done.
I honestly wished I could rewind time, just a few seconds, to before my mouth had betrayed me. One second, Atlas was asking too many questions—questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Questions that made my chest tighten and my heart race. Questions that made me uncomfortable and want to run for the hills where no one would find me. The next second… panic grabbed me by the throat.
So I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head — anything good enough to distract him and take his thoughts off the topic of the nightmare.
I told him I would go to the event with him tonight.
With him. As his date.
The moment those words left my lips, I wanted to chase them and stuff them back into my mouth. But it was too late. Atlas had already
