GREECE’s POV.
That night, we didn’t see or talk to each other until the next morning and even when I woke up and went downstairs, he was no longer here but there was a note on the dining table. I walk over to it and pick it up.
“Had to leave early because of some work. Atlas will come to take you home”
He left without saying anything, I guess we are back to square one of being sworn enemies.
Rolling my eyes, I leave the paper on the table before making my way into the kitchen. Right now I am so hungry and I would not partake in his antics. There is some leftover food in the fridge so I just warm it up and have my fill. It was only when I didn’t know him that I would get offended when it came to him, not anymore.
Half an hour later, a knock comes on the door and I open it to see Atlas
