A firm grip on my arm stops me in mid thought. I turn to see Atlas’s dark, penetrating gaze that causes my breath to catch in my throat. He wasn’t supposed to see me here, let alone catch me right before I’m going to do something that I know I’ll regret later.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his tone low and menacing. “You told me you were going to behave.”

As much as I want to keep to that promise, I can’t right now. Though I don’t think ...