alive.
For the first time in a long time, the fear doesn't win the morning.
Finn does.
Chapter 48: Atlas
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Finn’s building istoo bright in the morning.
Too warm.
Too...safe.
I hate how quickly I got used to the idea that she’d be here again tonight—layers of locks between her and whatever shadows Adrian Frost thinks he controls.I hate even more that the idea calmed something in my chest I didn’t want to name.
But the second Wren steps out of the bedroom wearing leggings and Finn’s stupid gray T-shirt, I know something’s different.
She isn’t soft.
Or hesitant.
Or looking for reassurance in the way she so often does without meaning to.
She’s resolved.
Her shoulders are squared.
Her chin is up.
Her eyes—usually so careful in the morning—are bright with something that looks like steel.
Kael sees it immediately.
Finn tries to pretend he doesn’t.
