Zarek
I should’ve been furious.
I should’ve been storming across the academy grounds, ready to tear Atlas limb from limb and wring the truth out of Talia’s sly little mouth.
But instead, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Not the polite kind, either. Not a little chuckle or smirk. No, it was the type of laugh that bubbled up from my chest and I should've lipped out every few minutes no matter how hard I tried to smother it.
Because the image wouldn’t leave me.
Atlas pinning Talia to the wall. His hand on her waist like some lovesick fool. The two of them whispering about Kai’s death like conspirators in some pathetic play, thinking no one could ever overhear them.
All this time, I’d been looking in the wrong direction. Alex with her sharp tongue. Jace with his overbearing need to play hero.
