Atlas:
"More…" The word slipped out before I could stop it, raw and primal. Every part of me burned for her, a need she had ignited and left me to battle alone. I needed more of her and it terrified me a little.
The taste of her still lingered on my lips—sweet, hesitant, and maddeningly unforgettable. I could feel the ghost of her touch, the way her lips fumbled yet claimed mine. I wanted to go back, to find her, to finish what she had started—or maybe what I had started.
But even as the thought gripped me, I knew I couldn't. My feet dragged forward under the watch of Vincent's guards. If I turned back, I'd give him more ammunition to use against me. I wouldn't let him put her in harm's way.
