Atlas’s POV
The moment her hand slipped from mine, it felt like she ripped something out of my chest. Zara’s eyes—flashing with something raw and dangerous—burned into me as if she saw more than I wanted her to. More than I could ever explain..
I didn’t call after her. Couldn’t. My throat had locked shut, my wolf pacing in circles inside me, restless and unsettled.
What the hell just happened?
It wasn’t just that I’d embarrassed myself with that question—Did you ever like me?—though that humiliation still burned hot in my veins. It was the way she’d looked at me after she almost tripped. As if something had cracked open inside her.
The image played again in my mind: her pupils dilating, her breath hitching, her fingers stiffening around mine before she yanked away. The flash of recogn
