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Atlas’s POVMillie’s apartment always radiated this warm, cozy vibe that embraced me the moment I walked in that afternoon, like the place itself understood I needed comfort. The air was tinged with the scent of vanilla candles and something herbal, probably sage or lavender because Millie was always "cleansing the energy."Her crystals lined the windowsill like a small army keeping watch over the apartment, each labeled with its purpose: protection, clarity, creativity, emotional balance. I still wasn’t sure if they really worked, but honestly, being around Millie always lifted my spirits, so maybe they did.I took a look around her place, remembering how much it meant to her. Millie didn’t live there to play at independence. She lived there because she had no other choice.She’d come out to her parents last year, standing in their living room with trembling hands, her voice steady yet hopeful. They didn’t accept her, couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that their first born da

Even after I told Millie she was completely nuts, I couldn’t shake off the thought. It lingered in my chest like an unwelcome guest, tapping its foot mockingly, as if to say, "You sure about that, sweetheart?"Was there...perhaps, in some alternate reality where logic didn’t apply, a chance that Millie was actually right? That Rowan Harrigan, my lifelong tormentor, the guy who once tossed a frog in my locker and cracked up while I screamed in shock, was now... in love with me?The idea was so absurd I actually snorted out loud. But then, because my brain clearly had it out for me, I recalled the look on his face in the woods.That raw, fiery anger. The way his eyes blazed like I had personally ripped his heart out and stomped on it. It felt... jealous.And before I could rein in my runaway imagination, it hit me with a daydream so vivid I nearly catapulted myself off the couch. Suddenly, there was Rowan, pinning me against a wall like those overly

For what felt like an eternity, we just stood there, locked in a stare across the hallway. Neither of us moved, and that silence was so tense, it felt like a thin sheet of glass separating us. Finally, Rowan broke the spell, his voice low and uncertain."Hey."I was so taken aback that I almost forgot how to respond."Hi," I managed to mumble, my eyes darting everywhere but his, focused on the wall, the banister, the chandelier, even the carpet fibers. The moment I glanced in his direction, my mind betrayed me, dragging up that ridiculous daydream from the day before.You know, the one where he had me pinned against the wall like a scene from a K-drama, whispering in my ear like he owned every ounce of me.I swallowed hard, mentally shoving that whole scenario away and locking it up tight.Rowan shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck in that awkward way he rarely did, only when he was feeling nervous, guilty, or attem

For a few moments, I just stared at the name on the page, almost like it was glowing. My heart raced, and my mind was already racing ahead, imagining all the things Rachel might share with us, picturing who L.S. really was, and pondering why Carla had ended up dead. It felt like the ground had shifted beneath me."We could go there now," Rowan suddenly suggested.I snapped my head up. "Now?"He shrugged, but his casual demeanor didn’t match the intensity in his eyes, which were sharp and almost eager for answers. "Yeah. She’s only thirty minutes away. If we leave now, we’ll be there before dinner."And deep down, a part of me kind of wanted to agree. I was buzzing with adrenaline. This whole investigation had been filled with dead ends and shadows, and suddenly we had something concrete. Something tangible.But just as I was about to say, ’let’s go,’ reality hit me hard.Carlisle’s party.The whole annoying drama of bein

Frank swallowed hard, the shock mixing with a familiar knot of anger and helplessness. He hated the tone Logan used, as if reminding him of every flimsy excuse for power he thought he had."I didn’t do anything wrong," Frank said quietly, though he felt his voice crack and hoped Logan didn’t notice. "It’s just a party. I’ll be home before midnight.""No," Logan repeated coldly, his lips curling into a sneer. "You kids think life’s one big joke. Your father put me in charge of this house, and I’m not letting you embarrass the company again."Frank tensed...again was the word his used.Frank forced his expression to stay neutral, even as his stomach twisted."This isn’t about the dealership," he said quietly. "You’re just trying to control me. I’m not a kid anymore."Logan took a slow, heavy step closer until less than a foot separated them."You’ll leave this house when I say you can leave," Logan hissed. "And tonight, yo