As he sped down the road, Atlas' grip on the steering tightened.
"If it wasn't me, would things have been different?"
The car pulled to a halt and he turned to look at me. "Excuse me?"
"If I didn't 'make' Ryle kill himself," I air quoted "and we met on different stakes," I licked my lips. "If we were just two people who met, would things be different?"
The car started and silence filled it as he continued driving.
"You need to pick a side, Atlas—"
"You did it." he finished for me, his voice strained as he struggled not to break the steering. Our eyes locked. "You killed him, Julia. You abandoned him and drugged me—"
"I—" I stopped myself when I realized I was about to defend myself again. "it doesn't matter. This, what happened back there, it doesn't," my heart twisted in my chest
