"Min!" Atlas said, stumbling when she crouched down. He wrapped his arm around her too keep from tumbling over on top of her while Oc barked wildly behind them.
"Minerva," he said then, grabbing her face with his hand and turning her towards him. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked. She looked. . . wrong. She was pale. . . much too pale. And he didn't like this look of fear on her. It wasn't her. She was strong. What had happened that he'd missed?