Atticus was seething.
He was so angry that his fist was clenched hard, his killing intent becoming even more potent.
'Of course, there was no way this would have happened without him knowing.'
If Atticus had to be completely honest, everything had turned out for the best. It had been done without his knowledge, but he had been able to successfully overcome the suit and had assimilated with it.
And although he hadn't yet had the time to assess the changes in him, Atticus was certain that his battle strength had increased significantly.
It had all turned out for the good, but… no matter how much Atticus wanted to let all of this go, his heart wouldn't let him.
It was who he was deep, deep inside. He knew inwardly that no matter the time that passed, this matter was going to keep being on his mind if he doesn't settle it.
He was the first successful person to complete this experiment in years! What if something had happened?
