Atlas may have wanted me dead before, but I don't think I want him dead today. Not in Kratos' own hands, nor with anyone else's for that matter. I remember telling him that no one should kill him but me. So he better be alive or I'll kill him.
Immediately grabbing Kratos's face with both my hands, I urged him to look at my eyes, "Don't. Please don't," I pleaded, and his arm around me went tighter, "Don't kill him."
With much hesitation, Kratos gave in to my desperate plea and looked at me in the eye. His wolf seems to like the sight of me in his arms because his eyes were pitch black. Using his free arm, he caressed my face and his touch sent me to insanity. That was the only moment I realized how much he affects me. The sparks between us feels so consuming, I don't think I want him to l
