Atlas rounds the corner from my bedroom, jaw tight, muscles bunched like he’s one heartbeat away from putting a hole in the wall.
“There’s no sign of forced entry,” he growls.“He picked the lock.All of them.”
My stomach twists.
Atlas’s eyes burn when he looks at me.
Not at my towel.
Not at my bare legs.
At my face.
My fear.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, breath ragged.“I should’ve stayed inside the building.”
“No,” Kael says.He’s calm, but only on the surface.“He waited until we left.He watched us leave.”
“That’s worse,” Finn mutters into my hair.
I swallow.Hard.
“I need...clothes,” I say quietly.“Please.”
Finn’s arms tense around me.He loosens his hold immediately, stepping back but staying close, hands hovering like he’s afraid I’ll fall.
Kael nods.“Let’s get you dressed.Come on.”
I take one step—and my knees buckle.
Finn catches me first.
Atlas is there a half second later, fingers brushing my elbow, voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.“Easy.You’re in shock.”
I shake my head.“I’m fine.”
All three of them give me the same look.
No, you’re not.
Kael leads me to the bedroom doorway and stops me with a hand on my shoulder—gentle, but firm.“Stay here.We’ll get your things.”
I open my mouth to protest.
Finn steps in front of me.“Wren.Let us.”
His voice cracks a little.
Just enough to undo me.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Atlas is the one who walks inside first.
Of course he is.
He picks my clothes off the chair—sweats, a long-sleeve shirt, fresh underwear—without looking at anything else.He hands them to Kael, jaw tight enough to fracture.
