Karen turned to him, her expression sharpening. “Evan, don’t.”
But he was already moving.
He approached slowly, lowering himself just enough to meet Atlas at eye level, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Hey, buddy,” he murmured, extending his hand cautiously.
Atlas sniffed once, briefly, then stilled again, his gaze flicking to Grant before settling back on Evan.
“He won’t bite,” Grant said, though there was a tension in his voice that suggested he was still prepared for anything.
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