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“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

The soft bubbling of the kettle echoed in the background as she tuned out the noises around her. “Penny for your thoughts.” Archer groaned out as he stretched his long arms in the doorway before walking towards Cara and wrapping them around her. He rocked with her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. His touch still sent wonderful sparks and spasms around her body, she had never imagined feeling the way she did about Archer. It was a distant dream that was now a welcomed reality. Everything about Archer screamed sex appeal, bad boy and trouble, yet his every action contrasted the rebellious persona. “I was thinking about us.” She smiled as she poured herself a tea.

She holds her breath, her back arching slightly. I continue, relentless. I lather her arms, one by one, lifting each to soap the armpit, the delicate underside. She lets it happen, passive, eyes closed, face tilted up towards the water spray. I turn her body to face me. She opens her eyes, a silent question in her gaze, clouded by steam.

I took my bow and quiver with me and the training began “ I will teach you one or two things today that you have to hold at the back of your mind” he said and nodded He nudge me to take out my bow and quiver and shoot “ draw” “ hold” “ release". My quiver struck the center. “ perfect” lukas stepped behind me “ I see you have been training and you are improving.” His hands adjusted mine and I felt the bond instantly. “ Your grip is strong… but tense. Try again ” he holds my hands and I release the quiver. I scored a perfect point.

He got up left after that. Fuck he's annoying, and he's so good with words. I rolled my eyes and got out of my chair and headed to my room. Night came in no time, I was lying on my bed humming when I heard a knock. I opened the door and saw Archer standing there, his hair was a bit messy and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh my. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't, my eyes travelled from his toned chest to the tattoos scattered on his body. I never liked tattoos but i think im beginning to change my mind because Archer looks hot with them.

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

And that’s when he sees it—a large tattoo on Archie’s right thigh, the bottom edge of it just barely peeking out from beneath his swim trunks. Isabella can’t tell what it is. Primarily because she’s gone a little cross-eyed. Why is it so hot in here? “I’m going to turn up the air conditioning,” She announces hoarsely, walking over to the thermostat and aggressively pressing the button a few more times than is probably necessary. “Okay,” Archie says, adjusting his shorts slightly. He pads over to the sliding glass door in his bare feet. “Ready?” “Yup,” She confirms, her voice artificially strained.

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***

It’s a good thing that he is here. “Dark Reaper.” I turn to Archer after hearing him call me by my name. He looks disheveled, so I can only imagine what he must have been through while he was trying to look for me, as Zarah. His gaze goes to my brother on the ground and the crease between his brows begins to deepen. “What did you—” “He’s safe.” I cut him off. “Zarah, is she…” Archer pauses before rewording his sentence. “There’s a girl—tall with dark hair, strongly resembling that man behind you. Have you seen her?”

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"