15: Morning After

JADE

I shut down all of Atlas’s attempts to have a conversation. It wasn’t easy because he was very adamant when drunk.

It’s a trait I’m just learning about him. Since I have never seen him drunk in the four years we’ve been married. And before that. He was pretty much distant.

He managed to walk to the spare bedroom, which I was grateful the house had. I wouldn’t have known what to do with him. He was obviously not in the right frame of mind to drive. And I may be pissed but I didn’t want him to die.

His finger trails a path up my arm when I tried to pull the covers over him. It made me shiver and jump back a bit.

Atlas’s eyes were starting to close but he managed to pop one open and the dark look there made my breath hitch. He releases me and closes his eyes. Then I hear him say softly. So low that if I wasn’t a werewolf I would have missed it.

“You always take good care of me. Even when I don’t deserve it.”

I left the room after turning off all the lights. I didn’t want to think mu