Atticus Dean Mitchell Novels & Stories

he said, referring to Atticus. Lee’s brows furrowed. “Who?” “My wife,” Phoenix admitted with a heavy sigh. He looked at Lee, who was staring at him with his mouth slightly open. “My wife, Atticus. She’s back.” *** Atticus’s POV Atticus collapsed onto her bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The mattress creaked under her weight, threatening to give out. The three-hour commute from the city back to her small provincial home had drained her completely. Two job interviews today. Two rejections.

And I’m willing to gather all the fragments until I can build the answer. A part of me wishes the outcome disappoints and Mr. and Miss Apion are just old-fashioned, old money types that we’re just simply unaccustomed to. But the other part, disbelief gnaws at me. Subliminal thoughts lurking in the shadowy recesses of my mind. Atticus gives me a wane flicker of a smile. “Deal,” he accepts. I nod. “So let the sleuthing begin.”

Towards the end of the day it sounded like we were getting absolutely nowhere until they called their coming substantiation. " We'd like to call Dean Atterton to the stage." The alternate I heard his name my eyes widened and I am sure I presumably set as I felt dread take over my entire body. I turned my head just in time to see Dean stand up a many rows down from where we were sitting and he made his way to the front of the court room. He did the same thing as all the other substantiations did and took an pledge to tell the verity before he sat down.

The male doctor's name was Atticus Carton, and he was the chief of the hospital's surgical department. His uncle, Amadeus Wilkins, was the hospital director. Atticus wasn't actually experienced enough to participate in Elias' treatment, but the hospital had made an exception for him because of Amadeus. That was why he had been allowed to be part of Elias' emergency care team. "Who saved him just now?" Atticus asked, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Put me down! I’ll call the police—I’ll—” “There’s no signal here,” Atticus said, stepping close, his face inches from mine. I could smell the pine and smoke on his breath, see the flecks of gold in his irises. “And no one to hear you. But we’re not going to hurt you, little human. We’re going to keep you safe.” “Safe? You’re kidnapping me!” I tried to bite his ear, but he leaned back, chuckling low. “She’s got spirit,” Devin murmured against my hair, and I shuddered at the intimacy of it, the way his voice rumbled through my back. “I like it.”

I'm not sure I can take much more of this. She's about to say something, then pauses like she needs to word it properly. "I believe we all live past lives and ninety-nine percent of us don't remember any of them. There are a select few who do, but like I said, most of us are oblivious." She takes a deep breath. "Josephine died of tuberculosis and it was fairly sudden. Atticus pretty much lost his mind over it. Clearly, he gave no thought to what he was about to do. He simply reacted." "So that's why Atticus killed himself," I say, not expecting confirmation.

Will nodded. “You were taken by The Academy.” Star flinched and a grumble escaped Max’s throat, but she agreed. “The leader of the Academy was Dean Atterman. The Atterman family were notorious hunters in Maine, some may even say the best. He never got his hands dirty and we almost didn’t catch him, but thanks to Uncle Reece, the FBI was able to apprehend him at JFK Airport. We got word that he died in prison a few years ago.” Star sucked in a deep breath, she had to be strong for her family, she couldn’t allow old feelings to surface and engulf her like this.

’ “I believe you… Shall we go to the hospital? Please don’t be angry at Jackson. He loses control of his strength when he’s mad…” Atticus shook his head, “I’m fine. He did control his strength. I’m alright. I won’t die. Stay with your mother-in-law. Tell her that I’ve never done anything to betray her. My only mistake was in managing this and causing everyone in the city to find out.” He had just spoken when Jackson lunged at Tiffany, dragging her away, “What are you doing? Do you pity him? Don’t you know your place? Get back to the office!”

“All I care about is Lily.” That was a sentiment Atticus could get behind. Sharing a rare moment of solace, Atticus nodded. “I care about her, too,” he admitted, so quietly he could hardly hear himself. Maveln offered him a tight smile. “I know you do.” Marley and Tristin both looked away. “Then we find her,” said Atticus. “Tristin.” He turned back to the scout. “Are there others that could vouch for your claim? Or any with more information?”

Logan says, and I nod. I am so happy Logan offered for us to take over, but I can tell from the look on Atticus's face it isn't going to happen. Atticus growls and then looks back towards the cuffed men. "I will handle it. It is the first step in correcting this world," Atticus snarls lowly, and Adeline holds out her hand without even looking at her brother. Her eyes are locked on the prisoners, and the look on her face reminds me of Atticus's. It's as if all humanity has left her.