Atlantis' grandfather took a good, long look at Lina. Then, his gaze shifted to her ring finger. He could still see it. Two red threads. People were only meant to have one.
He let out a loud sigh. What a troubled fate this young woman had. It was all the more reason he pitied her, but also patronized her. They said she was wise, but she always chose destruction. Why?
"Keep her close, Atlantis," his grandfather murmured. "She is a runner."
Lina was intrigued by the conversation, but also disturbed. This man read her like he knew her entire life. This wasn't good.
"Grandpa," Atlantis mused with a slight shake of his head. He was intrigued by his grandfather's words, as the old man never said something so interesting as today.
Lina was a runner?
"She has run from you before," the old man commented. He tiredly raised his eyes.
