Thanks to that little night on the cliff side, Atticus got in trouble.
It was his own fault. He had neglected his orders when he didn't kill Bentley Hellbourne on sight. It was only fair that he should face consequences for his actions, even if Atticus knew deep down that the result of him actually obeying orders would have been infinitely worse. So he didn't even care that he had angered Camael to the deepest extent.
As he sat with his head bent on the other side of Camael's desk, he couldn't stop thinking about that demon in the woods. Over and over, he replayed his strange conversation with Bentley. The memory of her body turning away from his, just as he had —for the first time in his entire life— figured out how to dig up the words that had settled at the bottom of his heart for so long. Now, he didn't even know what those words were anymore.