"She is your sister, and it's her first time asking me for help. I refused because I was afraid you might feel uncomfortable." Atlas Hallow made it seem as though he was only reluctantly agreeing for her sake.
"You, you..." She was so angry that she almost coughed up blood. How did she end up meeting Atlas Hallow!? He was like an absolute nemesis.
Her blood vessels felt like they were about to burst, but she couldn't afford to get angry or make a big scene.
The man's face appeared somewhat unfamiliar, overlapping with the face she saw when they first met about ten days ago. Despite the close relationship over these days, she couldn't see through him.
"What about me?" Atlas Hallow's voice cut through the air, low and elegant, rich in magnetism yet tinged with a chilly indifference that pierced her eardrums.
His eyes were so dark that there wasn't a hint of light, still lingering over what Charlotte Miller had said: she would find a way out on her own.
