She watched us, her gaze becoming contemplative.
Her eyes roamed behind him, and something in her expression changed—perverse joy flashed in her eyes.
She slowly rose from her chair and walked toward them, her steps silent and noiseless.
She stopped before them, then walked around him, heading to the figure behind him.
Sebastian turned around and watched her close on Atlas, who seemed to be completely quiet, but the shakiness in his limb couldn't be hidden.
Her arm reached out to touch Atlas's cheeks before her fingers cradled his cheeks with a gentleness before they dug into his flesh; a sharp grimace answered in response to her action.
Sebastian was curious: What's the relationship between these people?
The witch cocked her head to the side and inquired. "What's wrong with him? I can tell you've done something to him."
