He moves his head left and right slowly before stopping to say, “Look in the mirror, meat. You don’t belong here. You will never belong here. You may think you’ve got Devon wrapped around your finger, but if he had to choose between a Princess and a pauper, then you would also be lying to yourself if you think the answer is the latter.”
I didn’t say anything. I can’t say anything. Suddenly, my tongue is tied, and my brain can’t come up with what to say to retaliate. I feel so mad, and frankly, also very ashamed because as much of a d i c k Atlas is…
He was still freaking right. I am a pauper, and Dev, sweet Dev… he deserves better than that. He deserves the Princess. Something I will never be.
Atlas increases the volume of his songs so much that I can barely hear my own thoughts. In a
