CHAPTER 47

(RHEA'S POV)

A flush crept across my cheeks, and if exhaustion hadn’t weighed so heavily on me, I would’ve fought harder to break free from Atlas’ firm hold.

“You can put me down, Atlas. I can walk,” I murmured, my voice carrying a tiny hint of desperation.

“No.” His reply was curt, unyielding.

Realizing I wouldn’t win this battle, I gave up any further attempts to resist. Atlas was too stubborn to let me go, and I didn’t have the energy to spar with him over something so small.

As I settled deeper into his embrace, I became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from his strong arms. It wrapped around me like a soothing balm, easing the ache that pulsed through my bruised and battered body. Cradled against his chest, I felt a sense of surrender creeping in, the tension in my back slowly unraveling as I melted into the safety of his hold.

At first, I expected him to carry me to his chamber, where I could finally rest. But instead, he moved past it, continuing down the dimly lit corridor