"Julia!" Atlas yelled, running down the stairs. He reached for me but Lovie's voice broke through.

"Atlas? Atlas, I'm in pain!"

His gaze shifted to her for a moment and I laughed, soft laughter bouncing off the walls as pain racked through my bones.

"I—" Atlas began but I slapped his hand away, pushing it into hers.

"Trash belongs to Trash." I spat, looking away.

"Atlas!" Lovie cried and he stilled for a moment before moving to lift her.

"I think we should call off the wedding, Lovie. She..." His eyes lingered on me, before moving to her. "You are hurt—"

"No, no! I am perfectly fine! This is what...