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ATLAS

“Get off your ass, Atlas. You’re not going to rot here.” I groaned at the sound of Andrew’s voice.

I knew he was going to come for intervention sooner or later. I guess I was hoping it would be later. Much, much later.

I’m still lying in bed. After I sent Arya away, I mind linked one of the warriors to give her more hard labor to do. Not something inside the house. Outside the fields which would actually take her time and energy so she won’t have much left to come and bother me with.

“Hello? Do you hear me or have you gone deaf now too. Selective deafness?” He asked, staring at me with an annoyed expression. I only give him a blank uninterested look.

Just because I was dreading his intervention didn't mean it was going to get me to cave and agree with whatever he wanted.

“Leave.” I pointed at the door. “You’re giving me a headache.”

He picked the damned bottled of scotch I had tripped on earlier and held it up.

“I think it is this and not me.” I waved his off and covered my eyes