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...