I'm sure Helena's an angel. I've had such a comfortable and luxurious flight consecutively because of that woman. Smiling contentedly, I leaned back on the headrest, reclining the seat to my preferred position and closed my eyes.
"Stop staring, Atlas," I deadpanned. He has been staring at me the whole chopper ride, and almost an hour after the ascent. My hands were busy contacting Clemence but he wouldn't tell me anything while the idiotic Alpha bore holes into me.
"I saw Luke when their team arrived. We only talk a little. I was just happy that he's doing well," he finally spilled, eyes shaking in restlessness.
I opened my left eye and glanced at him. He was looking my way with puppy eyes. He looks ridiculous.
