JULIA’ POV - (till the end)
My hands lingered on his, my chest heavy from the weight of his words.
Tears leaked from my eyes as they locked on his. Atlas stared at me with longing, his eyes digging into my own as I lay there, struggling to speak without sobbing.
“J-Julia?” His cracked voice is like a melody and suddenly — all his words come rushing back, and I remembered how they pulled me from death’s arms.
I always dreamed of Atlas’ love profession. I didn’t expect it to happen at a graveyard, or in front of reporters — or the same person who tore us apart.
But now, staring into his eyes, I didn’t want this love if it wasn’t messy.
“I won,” I breathed. “I beat death, Atlas. I didn’t give up,” My hands traced his cheek as the knife slipped from his. “And now…”
He captured my l
