Archer doesn’t react, even to grunt in acknowledgement of my words. Maybe he’s ignoring me. I roll my eyes. Well, whatever. If he’s going to be quiet like that, it’s as good as if I’m walking alone. We make it about twenty feet before the silence gets to me. Angela’s warning words kick around in
I immediately start forward, ready to talk to Carrie, but Archer grabs me by the arm and holds me back. “Archer, what --?” Next thing I know, my back is against the brick wall of a nearby building. Archer places his hands on either side of me, preventing my escape. He steps closer, creating a ba
Archer comes to stand behind me so that he can read Carrie’s note over my shoulder. He doesn’t make a noise as he reads, and doesn’t say a word afterwards either. It seems a bit unfair I think, reading this. Why is it addressed to me? Carrie could have learned my name from overhearing one of the
We return to the Pyramid just as Angela is leaving. She seems to be in a huff, frowning and muttering to herself as she pushes open the door. When she sees us on the other side of it, she straightens at once. She gives me a shaky sort of smile, but it doesn’t last before she glares at Archer. He d
I enter the Pyramid and run into Beau, who is leaning against the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. How long has he been standing there? Had he also suffered from Angela’s wrath? “Guess she got to Archer, too?” Beau asks. He motions his head back down the hall, likely indicating
With only 4 days left until I leave, I have to divvy up my time carefully. The brothers have taken over for most of my nanny time, dividing Mia’s schedule among three of them. Neil, unfortunately cannot help, as, even with the treatment to his silver poison, it’s still dangerous for him and Mia to b
But, an examination is an examination, and it’s not like I hate the thought of a good-looking guy like Steven looking at my body one way or another. So I lift my top over my head and set it beside me on the table. Steven doesn’t look at me right away. His gaze is on the ceiling. I check on Mia q
Wait. Does that mean…? “Is my wolf beginning to manifest?” I ask, hope rising in my voice and in my heart. “I don’t know,” he says. “We’ll have to run more tests.” My face must shift, possibly brightening by the hope flooding inside of me, because Steven only looks more and more worried. “It