Chapter 117 The memory’s bite

Zara’s POV

I pulled my hand free from Atlas as if his touch burned me. My chest tightened, air slicing in and out like I’d been sprinting laps.

“Zara?” His voice was soft, questioning, almost desperate. “What’s wrong? Did I say something? Did I—”

“Don’t.” My voice was sharper than I intended. Too...

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