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Suri Nightingale My face is flushed red. My hands are shaking. My legs feel like jelly. My heart is thumping so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts. What the f**k did I just do? What the actual f**k, Suri?! I have no freaking clue as to where I'm going. After walking–seemingly confidently–out of Atlas’ room, I concluded I couldn’t just go to mine in fear of him coming inside out of revenge. I figured I could just lock the door, but knowing him and the fact that he technically owns this place, he would find a way to come inside and then I’d be trapped. No way am I letting that happen. Knowing what Atlas freaking Wolfe was capable of, I’d never get out of that room unscathed. So, here I was, mindlessly walking around the second floor whilst people downstairs were partying, drinki