I stumbled, knocking over objects as I retreated into the cabin, struggling to process the implication of the bloody necklace.
“Atlas…” I managed to breathe and Ryle’s grin widened.
“Ah, yeah,” He raised the necklace before tossing it at me.
I scrambled to the ground like I’d been knocked down. I reached for the bloody necklace with shaky hands, my lips trembling as my hands traced it.
A sob escaped my lips when blood stained my fingers. I shook my head and scooted away when Ryle reached for me.
“No! I don’t believe this, Atlas…” I trailed off. “Atlas is fine! He’s coming, he— ah!”
Ryle’s grip on my hair tightened and we locked eyes. I wanted to rip the smile off his face. “Don’t be delusional, Jules,” He tsked. “Atlas is dead. I know, because I killed him!”
“No!” I pushed him a
