Verena 

The whole Atlas ‘meeting’ Daxton thing had taken a huge toll on me. I could barely sleep on the flight back to Dallas because Atlas agreed to meet today. 

While Daxton slept soundly, I kept imagining scenarios of how the meeting would go—it would probably end up in a brawl. I hoped not. 

My phone buzzed with a text from Daxton. “I am the reason you didn't end up going to the concert to see that jerk—Zeke—or whatever his name is. I will make this up to you somehow,”

A grin split my face in half. He was always making things up to me even though he wasn't at...