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Atlas’s gaze flicks to me, something unreadable flashing through it before he answers. “For Winston.” A muscle ticks in his jaw. “He’s in Los Angeles, chartering a flight. He’s coming.”
The room tilts, nausea curling in my stomach. The air around me presses in, my body turning cold from the inside out.
He’s coming.
For me.
For her.
I press a hand over my stomach. A knot forms deep inside me, panic rising like a tide I can’t control. “Atlas?—”
His hands are on me before I can say more, solid and sure. “Hey.” His voice is low, certain. “He is not touching you. He is not touching her. I swear to you, Blythe, nothing is going to happen.”
“But—”
“Nothing,” he repeats, fiercer this time. “You trust me?”
I nod, even as fear coils deep in my gut.
His forehead presses to mine, his breath warm and sure. “Then hold onto that. Because I swear, I will end him before I let him take anything from us.”
ChapterThirty-Seven
Henrietta (Blythe)
The street is too quiet.Too still.
I walk faster.
The pavement stretches ahead, the alley narrowing, buildings pressing in on either side. I don’t remember how I got here. This isn’t Birchwood Springs and Atlas . . . why did I leave him?
It doesn’t matter. I need to get out.
A gust of wind kicks up a crumpled piece of paper, sending it tumbling toward me. It snags at my boot.
I don’t want to look.
I look anyway.
I found you.
The words are thick, the ink smudged like someone dragged their fingers through them.
My breath catches.
No. No, no, no.
I spin around, my pulse hammering, my skin buzzing with the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
The alley is empty.
Then I see him.
Just beyond the glow of a street lamp. Standing still. Watching.
Winston.
My lungs seize. I stumble back, my heart slamming against my ribs.
