chapter ninety-six

[ IN WHICH SHE LIVES WITH NO REGRETS ]

NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —

The following four minutes are characterized by awkward silence.

“Sorry to ask, but are you good, November?”

I quickly wave it off with a nervous smile. “I am fine.”

He gives me an uncertain look. “Because I was walking by the throne room when I noticed the doors were left open.”

Shit, I should have locked the door.

He continues to narrate the event that I am fully aware of — an event I am embarrassed about. “And when I peered inside, I saw you. About to say hello, I see that you are speaking to someone. So, I assume it is the King, but then, I step in, and there is no one else in the room.” He points to the furniture that have occupied space in the throne room.

The urge to dig a hole and bury myself in it becomes overwhelming. But sadly, I don't have a shovel to dig a hole up. I try to hide my look of detest as I glare up at Atlas. Out of everyone that could have caught me in this moment, it had to be Atlas? The boy whose