We were halfway to the car when the front door burst open and Joren stormed out. Golden and Roc were hot on his heels. “Atlas,” he called out. “Atlas, wait!” A whimper escaped Atlas as she burrowed deeper against my chest. I was forced to set her on her feet when I looked over my shoulder and saw Joren gaining on us. “Aye, back the fuck up,” I barked at my boy. I pushed Atlas behind me where she clung to my back. Joren stopped and held his hands up. “I just want to talk to her.” “That’s not happening.”
