“We need to talk.” Atlas’ baritone voice filled my ears. My grip on the door handle tightened.
“I need to talk to you,” He corrected. “Please?” He tried again and I rolled my eyes.
I opened the door and a small smile grazed his lips, only to turn upside down as I walked past him. My heart raced but I didn’t stop.
“Julia?” His voice cracked. “Won’t you even… look at me?”
I continued walking and he grabbed my wrist. I retracted it as if he’d stung me.
Atlas seemed like he’d been stung for real.
“Okay, fine.” He raised his hands as if offering a peace sign. “I won’t touch you.”
Who knew he would be so obedient? Respecting boundaries and all. This same man used to grab my wrist and try to force answers out of me.
“At least say something.”
I couldn’t tell if he was begging, or as
