"Stop those backhanded tricks immediately..." Charlotte's eyes met his, and those watery eyes held a combination of alertness and anger, flashing, brighter and more enticing than any gem.
Atlas Hallow slowly walked closer, like a mountain pressing down, the distinctive musk on him instantly invading Charlotte's breath.
His thin lips nearly touched hers: "Charlotte, you were the one who brought him into this in the first place, and you have the nerve to confront me?" Charlotte could clearly see all the mockery and cruelty in Atlas Hallow's eyes, his thin lips slowly saying, "So now you want me to stop? But I don't think I've had enough fun yet..."
