By the time I woke up, it was almost 9 a.m. I stretched my arm out, finding the space next to me empty, but the bed retained some warmth. It seemed that Atlas had been up for a while.

I shook my head, feeling a bit lazy. Staying up late was exhausting.

But there was no way around it. Matthew was like settling an old score from a past life. Perhaps I owed him something in a previous existence, and now he was coming to collect the debt.

I sighed softly, with a sense of resentment. Then I grabbe