I followed Atlas to the bed and sat down beside him, suddenly feeling far more nervous than I had during the fight.That realization was ridiculous.I had stood in an empty street and fought a vampire hybrid. I had been thrown into walls, bruised, threatened, and nearly dragged away by someone serving a monster out of children's stories.Yet somehow sitting beside Atlas and telling him the truth felt harder.Maybe because I cared what he thought.Maybe because I trusted him.The second possibility was somehow more frightening.Atlas settled beside me, leaning back against the headboard. He stretched one arm across the mattress behind me, not crowding me, not pushing, simply making it clear that he was there.Waiting.Listening.When I didn't immediately start talking, he reached over and threaded his fingers through mine.The simple gesture steadied me."I don't really know where to start," I admitted.His thumb brushed across the back of my hand."Start wherever you want."I smiled f
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