Atlas started walking in circles around me, boxing me between them. Finally, I stepped to the side so I could face them both.
"No games." My voice was strong, and the fire lacing my veins was slowly returning. Axel had the nerve to tsk at me like a child.
"You know we don't play games, little bird." I scoffed at the nickname they gave me when we were just small children. Back when Denny and I played with the Grimm twins daily.
"Sure… business then?" I said through gritted teeth. I dug my feet into the ground, preparing to feel that consuming pain that wrecked my life at sixteen.
"I, Harley Ashwood, acc—" Atlas's warm, calloused hand cut off my words. Sending a delicious buzz through me. He had wrapped his hand in my hair and covered my mouth with the other so quickly that I barely saw
