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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?"

Anna stated. "Archie was such a good teacher." She said proudly. "Damn, I feel stupid now trying to teach you. You should have told me that you’re a sharp shooter." Archie said scratching his head. "I was asking you to teach me proper posture and how to hold a gun properly. I don't think I was actually holding it properly." She explained. "Damn, girl. If you can shoot that way who would care on how you hold the gun." Archie stated. "Good job!" I kissed her on the lips.

I think I have the hots for Archer. I scream into my pillow out of frustration.

she gave me water. I drank a little and gave her the cup, sitting up. "What happened to you?" She asked. "Honey, she is still weak. Eva, please try to have some rest" he said. "I...I was kidnapped" I shuttered. "Kidnapped?" They chorused. "Yes, I think by the same people who shut the arrow" I said. 'I shot the arrow, dummies' I thought. "Oh my goodness, I knew something was wrong," she said, holding her head.

I didn’t think anything could be worse than not talking but making forced small talk is. “The stuffed mushrooms are good.” Shoot me now. “It’s Nana’s recipe.” Archer nods. “Well, I should go find Dean.” “He’s right there, still talking to Kara’s crazy aunt.” “Oh, right.” Archer steps back from the table, letting another partygoer get some food. My mind flashes to my dream about Archer last night, and as annoyed with him as I am, there’s no denying how fucking sexy he looks in dress pants and a button-down shirt.

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

Archer squinted at them both, gaze darting from Lennon’s face to Damian’s like he was trying to see through their skulls. He didn’t say anything for a full five seconds. Then he grinned. “I don’t know what you guys got going on, but I approve.” He stepped into the office, notes in hand. “What? What are you—” Lennon tried to deny whatever Archer was thinking, while Damian said nothing. “I just came to drop off notes. And I find you two—” He gestured wildly between them. “Hot. Very hot!” Lennon hadn’t expected this reaction from Archer at all. Somehow, he’d thought Archer would be pissed if he found out about him and Damian.

Archer whispered his voice a blend of promise and tease. "Please," I found myself begging. Archer's wolf eyes flickered with a hunger that he quickly concealed, not wanting to reveal his desire in front of the crowd. With paparazzi and wolf media present, discretion was necessary. After our dance ended, I needed to attend to Gunther, who was hungry and crying, while Archer was obligated to mingle with the royal guests attending the party.

She waved her hand aside, as if trying to wave aside the topic about her archery skills that I want to hear. “You are calling it common? You are calling archery common? Come on, girl, you know how sexy it is to shoot an arrow and be perfect at it? You'll be at a whole new goddamn level so don't call it common. I could never do that, duh, I'm a healer but I don't even have the skills” I joked and we both laughed.