"I want to know what happened," Atlas said. "It matters because I'm going to find the son of a bitch who did this to you and kill them myself."
He reached out and touched her hair gently, running his fingers through the strands before pulling back. "Now get up," he said. "Your arse. In bed. Now. Tell me what happened and I'll head out. But I'm going to be back once the sun goes down."