Chapter 52 Marcello
Marcello
“Neve…”
Atlas had a second wound. The one no amount of stitches could touch.
He was carrying two losses in his body, not one. Alessio, cold and gone. Neve, missing and unreachable. Death on one side. Fear on the other. His mind bounced between them like a bullet ricocheting inside a skull.
No wonder he couldn’t rest. No wonder he couldn’t heal.
He collapsed back onto the pillow, shaking with fury and guilt—and something I’d never seen inside Atlas.
Love.
It looked like pain on him.
It looked like a wound no surgeon could stitch shut…
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