Atlas Hallow's keen eyes seemed as if they could see through the door to everything inside.
The air held a faint, dark fragrance… perhaps the scent of roses?
Someone had been here, and brought her roses?
Could it be someone was still here, which is why she was afraid to open the door?
Was there a man hiding in her office? Because only a man would make her hesitant to open the door.
He must be fearless to dare play such a game with him.
The tiny spark inside Atlas Hallow's body coursed through his veins and surged to his heart, which felt as dangerous and hot as a volcano about to erupt.
Luna Miller's words echoed in his mind; she said that a fortune teller had mentioned Charlotte Miller was very attractive and would marry twice.
This sentence had always tormented him to the point of agony, and now it echoed repeatedly in his heart.
