LYANNA'S POV.
I gulped heavily as my eyes darted between Atlas and the only open space I can use as an exit. What was I thinking, thinking I could possibly hide from them when they've been here for longer than I have? Obviously, they know their way around this place more than I do mine. What is wrong with me!?
"And you're doing it again. I don't like it when you try to run from me, my little Lyanna. It makes me angry. Very angry, in fact. And bad things happen when I'm angry. So you see, let's not do it, my darling. Okay?" Atlas said, and I nodded frantically with a forced smile. Whatever he says. I'm not dying here.
"Good. Now, how about you have a seat and let's talk?" Atlas asked, and I frowned.
"What about Xander?" I asked. Wouldn't he come back? As much as I wasn't very comfortabl
