Chapter 47
- Atlas
- The sound of her flats scuffing against the marble floor was the only thing that filled the silence between us as I led her away from the courtyard. I didn’t loosen my grip on her wrist, and she didn’t try to pull away. Her fingers remained curled under my palm, trembling slightly, so small it made something cold twist in my chest.
- We moved past the rose garden, its blossoms drooping.