“We need to talk.” Atlas’ baritone voice filled my ears.

My grip on the door handle tightened.

“I need to talk to you,” He corrected. “Please?” He tried again and I rolled my eyes.

I opened the door and a small smile grazed his lips, only to turn upside down as I walked past him. My heart raced but I didn’t stop.

“Julia?” His voice cracked. “Won’t you even… look at me?”

I continued walking and he grabbed my wrist. I retracted it as if he’d stung me.

Atlas seemed like he’d been stung for real.

“Okay, fine.” He raised his hands as if offering a peace sign. “I won’t...