I held my breath as Atlas took a step forward, his grip on me loosening.

“I knew you would make the right —“ The man was on the ground in a second, cradling his nose.

Wait. What was going on? This wasn’t what I thought would happen.

“Look,” Atlas glanced at me, scrunching his nose. “It looks like a love tap. Your attempt is cute, but this isn’t how you teach people a lesson, Peekaboo,”

“I don’t understand!” The man, whom I’d now registered as Mr. York, snapped. “You’re siding with her? Do I need to remind you that you could lose—“

“First off,” Atlas snarled. “Lower your voice and...