ATLAS
I hated dramas. But ever since Aria's arrival, it had been from one situation to another. Rogues and bloody Lycans sneaking around, a fucking cousin that couldn't catch the memo and arrived a day before the start of the event, and Aria…the drama queen herself.
And no, it wasn't the most infuriating. The fact that I was trying to protect her from the dangers surrounding her while still trying to understand the reasons that damned old crazy cult might want her for, and the Luna game she had purposely entered…the goddess help me.
Now she was seeking a rejection. I'd be damned if I gave her anything she asked for!
There was a hopeful look on her face, like she was waiting for me to agree to the nonsense she had said. My eyes slid to Elias, a silent observer.
"Take her home, she's drunk," I said.
