Atlas' POV
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"You're working with her." He spat in the next heartbeat, the tears spilling down his cheeks drying up almost instantly. "After all these years your way of coming back is by betraying your own son. C–Chaining me up like an animal."
The man he knew as his father—Raphael—straightened, head tilting in an assessing way. Instead of the golden eyes he knew him for, his eyes flared with a reddish gold light, like the waning embers of a forest fire.
More proof to Atlas that this wasn't the same man he had grown up looking up to. Not entirely.
"If I released you now," his father finally began, "would you be so kind as not to attack Amelia—"
"I'll make sure I paint the very stars with her blood." Atlas snapped before he could stop himself, looking past his father and glaring at Amelia behind him.
The woman watched with an amused smirk, making a teasing clawing gesture. "You're a feisty one, aren't ya?"
"I swear I'll—"
