If You'll Have Me

POV: Atlas

Dammit, I really, truly am an idiot, a fact Zev has been reminding me of every thirty seconds. As though he had been any better, done any better. I can’t believe I had allowed myself to become so lost in the moment that I’d forgotten to watch where I was kissing, forgotten to watch for her scars.

Sighing, I buried my face in my hands, with my elbows resting on the bed in front of me. It was obvious that from now on, I would have to be more aware. The second I’d accidentally touched my lips to the scar he carved into her back, she had disappeared directly into her personal hell, and there was no pulling her back out.

Raising my head, I grasped her hand gently, and leaned my head back, blinking away tears as the mere memory of her terror and pain that had flooded through our ever-forming bond devastated me all over again. To think that it had only been a fraction of what she felt, that the level of pain I’d felt was only a small piece of her reality filtering through the in