As he sped down the road, Atlas' grip on the steering tightened.

"If it wasn't me, would things have been different?"

The car pulled to a halt and he turned to look at me. "Excuse me?"

"If I didn't 'make' Ryle kill himself," I air quoted "and we met on different stakes," I licked my lips. "If we were just two people who met, would things be different?"

The car started and silence filled it as he continued driving.

"You need to pick a side, Atlas—"

"You did it." he finished for me, his voice strained as he struggled not to break the steering. Our eyes locked. "You killed him,...