My eyes widened, “Atlas!”
He covered my lips and ducked, we were on top of each other as the guard fiddled with the roof, trying to yank it off.
“I thought you were desperate to get rid of me, but… you’re crying peekaboo,”
A sob bubbled in my throat. If they yanked it off, Ryle would kill Atlas.
“Is this how little you trust me?”
“Wait!”
Our eyes darted to the roof and Atlas pressed a kiss to my hair.
“What is it?” Ryle growled.
“Madam’s tracker has been found. It’s upstairs!”
Since it loomed over us. I frowned, a tracker was on me. Atlas shrugged, scrunching his nose.
He… did he drop the tracker intentionally? How did he even know about that?
Why would Ryle put a tracker on me?
“Are you certain?” Ryle boomed.
“Yes, boss! A maid said she saw Madam just now! We are about
