Reena POV:
A tense silence filled the car as Atlas sped down the road. His anger seemed to fill every corner of the car as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. The further we moved from Branson, the more the knot in my stomach seemed to grow. I watched as Atlas hastily pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing a number and pressing it to his ear. His demeanor screamed authority.
“Update,” he seemed to growl into the phone. I wasn’t sure who he was talking to but I would assume it was probably Kyle or maybe it was Branson and he was checking in on him. Making sure nothing had happened since we had left. “Headed that way,” Atlas replied, “some unexpected events required us to leave earlier than planned.” By unexpected events I knew he was talking about whatever had happened at Bra
