Atlas and Circe stood side by side, unmoving as though they were in the middle of a spar waiting for one of them to start the fight, and their gazes locked in a silence so taut it felt like one wrong breath could shatter the room.
Then out of nowhere, the door suddenly clicked open.
Both of their heads snapped toward it with such speed that the tense air in the room seemed to freeze mid turn.
Lastor, who had already sensed something was terribly wrong from the frigid air seeping under the doorway, hesitated before poking his head inside. The moment his eyes landed on the pair standing too close in that awkward and stiff position, as though ready to either collapse or explode— he swallowed hard.
Not again.
Why does he always appear when a couple were in such fights?
