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“What are going to do now, Julia? Your Atlas will die here and you? You’ll be blacklisted for life. Might as well, you know, die along with him?” “Don’t listen to this nonsense,” Atlas growled. “Come, Julia. Forget the company, let’s go—” Atlas paused when I didn’t move. I turned and we locked eyes. Atlas raised an eyebrow as if to ask what I was doing. I snatched a gasoline keg from one of the mobsters and opened it, pouring it on myself.

“It’s for your own good.” As her words hung in the air, Atlas’s demeanor shifted. He lifted his arm, positioning himself in front of me with a protective stance. “You know, Kaida,” Atlas said, his voice carrying a steely edge, “if I stopped drinking, I’d have to start taking your advice seriously. And we both know that’s not good for anyone’s health.” Kaida’s expression shifted from shock to confusion. “What?” Atlas’s gaze hardened, his tone suddenly fierce. “Rhea Stirling is my mate!” His voice thundered with an intensity that brooked no argument. “And I will NOT spare anyone who brings her harm!”

I try my best not to look at Cody, it’s pretty difficult with his long muscular legs outstretched in front of him, his arms with his ropey veins running up from his hands to his biceps peeking below his tee are too much. Atlas is looking at me strangely, I avert my gaze from Cody and give Atlas a pointed stare. He glowers at me. Jeez, he needs to learn to relax some. Is it me or is he getting worse? Being off limits, trust me sucks like fuck. “How did your folks take it when you told them about Dallas?” I hear Atlas saying. I reach for a magazine from several that Anna hands out, she has a selection ranging from Cosmopolitan, Elle, Hello and some others. I take the Tatler magazine and start

I dropped my bag and sank to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. "Hiding won't make the whispers stop, you know." I jerked my head up. Atlas was sitting two aisles over, his long legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back against a bookshelf filled with books on the French Revolution. He wasn't wearing his varsity jacket, just a dark, fitted sweater. Without the gold and black armor, he looked surprisingly human. "I'm not hiding," I lied, wiping a frustrated tear from the corner of my eye. "I'm studying."

Atticus was extremely cunning. He chuckled somewhat embarrassedly, “It’s like that for me, but Atlas also obtained a boundless opportunity. Do you think he’s easy to shake? Perhaps he wouldn’t have let go if he hadn’t had you back then. I admit it was an unsportsmanlike victory.” It was apparent Atticus was sincere and seemed to hold Atlas in high regard. “Muborough is reaching saturation while Bourdamun has excellent potential. You’ve also acquired a piece of valuable land. How could Atlas lose?

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

She has blue eyes, and she's skinny. Atlas is tan, with dark hair and a bulky build. His eyes are grey, and they're framed by dark bushy brows which seem to be perfectly manicured. Does he... pluck his eyebrows?, Jane asks incredulously. Don't be ridiculous, Jane. He probably waxes them, Conrad drawls, causing her wolf to dissolve into a fit of giggles. Once Athena starts eating and feeding the toddler some bread, Conrad reluctantly digs into her food. "Why have all your siblings got names beginning with 'a'?" Conrad asks, raising an eyebrow as she stares at Atlas.

With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in." Heather raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that." "Whoa! Well..." Atlas pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

The Hamptons looked like someone had taken every rich person's fantasy and shoved it into one place. Eventually, my eyes drifted back to him. Atlas drove with one hand on the wheel, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show the veins along his forearm. Annoyingly attractive. As if sensing my stare, he glanced at me briefly. He smirked faintly, “If you’re going to stare,” he said casually, “at least take a picture. It’ll last longer.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “God, you’re so full of yourself.” “I’m practical.”