>>>Titus' POV<<<
Fuck, f**k, f**k. I crossed a line. I needed to find Achilles, like, right the hell now. I officially had to admit to myself I'd become too close to Echo, and I was becoming overprotective. When Atticus offered to take her to her room, I was pissed. She probably took it as me worried, but something in me felt like he was stealing that from me.
I followed behind them at a distance, and peeked around the corner as she asked him to come in with her. I should have been happy for him, but instead I was angry and jealous again. I had been helping her with her wounds, and he took that from me too. I know it was wrong, but seeing her bare skin and feeling it under my fingertips was the most alive I had felt in years, and it was purely selfish. She needed help
