Atlas POV
The glass garden was quiet, a world apart from the chaos of the ballroom. From the outside, the curved structure looked like a crystal dome dropped into the estate’s courtyard, light spilling through arched windows and making the plants inside glow faintly silver under the night sky. I slipped through the door, needing air, needing distance from the suffocating laughter and clinking glasses.
And then I saw her..
She didn’t walk with the grace of someone who wanted to be admired; she walked like someone carrying chains. Head down. Shoulders tight.
Something inside me twisted.
I could still see her face from that night, the Blood Moon run. The way her lips trembled before she said it. “Atlas… Jace kissed me.” The words had burned so hot, I’d stormed off, left her there in the
