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I’d never seen so many beautiful things in my life, and the most perfect thing of all sat in front of them. Archer watched me with a smile, lounging in a leather armchair. His white shirt was half unbuttoned, showing a sinful slice of that strong chest. His legs were spread, those fitted trousers hugging him. He sipped his whiskey and looked sexier and more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Come in already, Tempest... I’m not going to bite you... yet.” His low voice hid promises. I shut the door behind me, swallowed hard, and I’ll admit my pussy leaked a little.

Oh, Isabella knew this was going to be bad, but she didn’t know just how bad. Archie is shirtless, unfortunately, and he’s wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks. They’re fitted and they only come down to about mid-thigh. He has both arms raised, pulling the top of his hair into a half-ponytail, his biceps and shoulders flexing. His entire right arm is covered in tattoos, the artwork dense and dark and swirling all the way up to his shoulder.

Archer spoke. That statement had Tate laughing, who had joined me at the edge of the roof and was peering over the side. “That my man is the definition of a shifter.” Tate laughed. Archer glared at him with eyes that from this distance, still appeared to look just like his dragon eyes had. It was hard to be completely sure though since he was too far away to be seen clearly. I was just about to suggest we go down to him, but then he disappeared.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

He was angry, a touch of irritation and sarcasm was drawn in his eyes. "Really? I see. Maybe you got tired making out with your boy." I snorted, and abruptly became curious about what he enunciated. "I don't know what you're talking—" Archer swiftly cut me off. It is when he took out pictures in his coat, it was the pictures taken earlier when I was inside the bathroom with Ajax. I was pinned on the wall whilst his broad shoulders were blocking my face. The angle of the camera was on the back, making every person who goes inside think that we're kissing even if we're not.

“And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--” “But through the daughters of the Archer bloodline.” Calyx gulped when she realized who spoke. It was Theodavian. She looked at him and nodded her head. He nodded and continued: “Yes, we’re familiar with the Archer Legacy. It’s also now been prophesized that the Slayer is a part of the Chosen Ones’ prophecy made by the great Shayla Seer.” “I-I am aware of that,” she stammered. She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends.

“Air power. Check!” Up on a ridge, Archer watched the chaos unfold. “They’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to miss the fun. He raised his hand, and a glowing bow of pure energy appeared in his grasp, a shimmering arrow already notched. “Time to join the party.” He released the arrow, and it shot through the air, piercing an ogre’s chest with an explosion of light. The beast roared in pain and crumpled to the ground. “Bullseye!”

FEINHEIM CITY COMMANDER ARCHER: Archers now! HAWK EYE: Archers, now!! (Thousands of archers shot their arrows but Anya used shield to cover her and River) LOGAN: Camouflage (He became invisible and caused an earthquake swallowing most of the archers) HAWK EYE: Again! (hundreds of archers shot their arrows but Rose flew in front of Anya and River and she screamed, making all arrows backfire, hurting more archers) Retreat! Retreat!!

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

I chuffed at that and glanced at Beth to see her eyes phased out again. “They’re returning. Your friend, Archer too. From the eastern border,” she said, one hand encouraging me to go. I took off and ran as fast as I could without shifting. ‘Arch, can you hear me?’ I linked out into the universe on repeat hoping he could hear me. ‘Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty,’ he wisecracked. I was relieved he was in good enough shape to joke. ‘We’re almost to the center of the territory, I’ll shift in a minute…’ he added.