"Why didn't you go after your wife, pretty boy?" Yasmin followed Atlas to the balcony where she found him smoking a joint.
He took a drag, and passed it to her. "Because she's not a child. She's a woman capable of making her own decisions. If she needs air, then she needs it," he said.
"She's also a woman who is your wife. The woman you love, I'm assuming. I mean shouldn't your lover technically be the air you breathe?"
Atlas frowned. He was breathing alright. Only his breath was short, and angry.
Angry that Landon had the guts to stake a claim on Aveline publicly. He couldn't even respect the fact they were married-real or not real.
Yasmin passed the joint back to him as she coughed.
"It's strong. Sorry," he said, accepting it.
