DOUBLE CHECKING

“Let’s go, then,” Atlas said as he rejoined us.

The sword he’d picked last night was resting across his back with the handle up. That, combined with his black pants and charcoal shirt that formed nicely around his defined muscles, easily increased his sex appeal by a thousand percent.

Basically, he was the definition of sex on a stick. Even better, he was all mine.

Atlas strode to my side and whispered in my ear, “Keep looking at me like that and we’re not leaving this house.”

Nodding, I gulped then attempted to distract myself by double-checking that my twin daggers were strapped to my thighs over the tight, black pants.

They were as secure as they could get in the sheaths Atlas had given me, and there wasn’t anything left for us to do except meet up with the others.

Amy and Mark had already opened the front door, and when I moved to exit ahead of Atlas, a loud explosion sounded around us, vibrating the floor I still stood on.

“What the fuck was that?” I seethed.

“Seems like the figh