“Hi, Jules,” Ryle said and I recoiled.
He raised his hands in mock offense but the smile never fell from his face.
“Long time no see. I would have you know… preferred we met on–“
“What do you want?” I spat, standing straight.
“Is that how you’ll thank me for saving your life?”
“No,” I stepped forward. “This is my way of saying screw you.”
I tried to leave but he caught my wrist, and I yanked it away.
Ryle turned, his blue eyes locking with mine for a split second. “I am not the enemy, Julia. I can however, help you fight off the enemy,”
“Save your theatrics for someone who cares,”
“Atlas for example?” he spat and I froze. “We both cared about him and what did he do?” Ryle circled me. “He married my wife,” He gestured at me, “and abandoned her to die,” He pointed at the railing
