“Atlas!” The dark haired man covered my lips and ducked.

He remained on top of me as the guard fiddled with the roof, trying to yank it off.

“I thought you were desperate to get rid of me, but… you’re crying peekaboo?”

A sob bubbled in my throat. If they yanked it off, Ryle would kill Atlas.

“Is this how little you trust me?”

“Wait!”

Our eyes darted to the roof and Atlas pressed a kiss to my hair. He had terrible timing.

“What is it?” Ryle growled from above. ...