My heart ached, my limbs felt heavy, my lungs felt like they were drowning in a vacuum, and my eyes? They wouldn't stop watering.

I hated it. I hated this. My fists tightened at my sides as I entered the car. I sat in silence for a few seconds before reaching for my phone. This was it, it was time to give Atlas Volkan a taste of his own medicine.

"You know exactly what to do, Greta," I said once she picked out. She murmured a protest but I ignored her. "I don't care about what you ...