Charlotte used to think that the varied musky scent on Atlas Hallow, exuding with his breath and body temperature, carried an inherent masculine charm that drove women crazy. But now, when that almost imperceptible musk enveloped her, when the man's once thin lips pressed into sensual lines, it terrified her.
Atlas gently reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear, lifting her chin to meet her gaze: "Don't worry, you'll like it. Didn't you enjoy it yesterday?"
Natural and instinctive physiological responses are uncontrollable, and this sentence made Charlotte unbearably ashamed. This man knew how to crush a person's will just as it was forming, to the point of collapse.
That's why Ethan once said Atlas Hallow was a terrifying enemy, repeatedly warning her to be careful.
Sometimes love is like a huge soap bubble, dazzling and mesmerizing, but when you try to embrace it, it bursts instantly and disappears without a trace.
