I stepped forward, my eyes tracing the object as if it would disappear if I looked away.

It was Atlas’ necklace. The pair we had. I got rid of the one he gifted me so this had to be his.

The question was, what was Atlas’ necklace doing on the ground, broken and stained with fresh blood?

Especially since Atlas was standing right beside me without any scratches.

“Are you okay?” Atlas asked, leading me inside.

Jade leaned, following us. “I don’t trust this ...