Chapter 43

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“Who are you? And how did you–” Atlas started to ask but he waved him off, cutting his question short.

I shook my head at Atlas when he wanted to say something else to their leader, making him keep quiet.

Atlas looked angry but he could only keep his mouth shut. He had to do that if he wanted to keep his life that is.

“That's not important now, is it? You're both not in the right position to fight us, so it would be in your best interest to stay still. Tie them up and bring them with us.” The leader said, turning away.

Two of his men walked to us with ropes, baldy looking at me with obvious dislike.

The wound on his neck had healed, but it didn't mean that the bruise on his ego was forgotten.

He was held with a knife to his by a woman, for that brief moment his life was in my hands and it had happened in front of his teammates.

I don't think he would ever forget that.

“Atlas.. what are we going to do?” I whispered to him, feeling helpless.

This was just the first day of