Chapter 150

Shantelle’s POV

I felt my heart flutter in my chest and was walking toward him before I realized I was doing it. He didn’t look at me, although I knew he was fully aware I was moving forward. He brought a bottle of liquor to his mouth and took a long pull from it before setting it on the counter, the glass hitting the granite with a hard clank.

I was a few feet from him and held my breath as he turned his head, and our gazes crashed together, held so strongly I felt it in the pit of my stomach.

“Come closer,” he said so low it felt like an intimate caress against my body. There was no doubt in his tone that I was not to disobey. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Something held me back—maybe fear of these feelings inside me, maybe the unknown of what would happen next. “Come here.”

I obeyed him instantly after those two words spilled from his mouth, an anchor wrapping around me and tethering me to Atlas in a way that ensured I wouldn’t drift again.