Silence hung in the car as neither Lola nor Atlas spoke for minutes after they got in. Her attention was fixed on the window beside her, replaying the scene they had left behind in the cabin. After a moment, she turned to her other side, where he sat.
"Atlas?" she called softly.
He lifted his brows at her, pausing in the middle of reading an article.
"You said they deserved it… Do they really?"
Atlas blinked slowly, setting the tablet aside and facing her squarely. "The man you met was someone who opposed Sybil's decision to let me take the helm of the Order."
"He wasn't the first to disagree, but he was the first to spread disparaging rumors that harmed the Order and the family," he continued. "On top of that, he encouraged others to start what you may call a rebellion."
Normally, that alone wouldn't warrant such violent punishment. Atlas would have ignored it. But what those people did afterward was what earned his wrath.
