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Jenny said I shook my head at Jenny. "I doubt it. "Just trust me, if anything goes wrong, I'll step in. I promise you" she tells me and I looked down at her with her soft smile that was silently telling me to do it. I sighed as I got up, making sure that neither of the coaches was watching me. I crossed my arms as Archie walked into the locker room to wait for me to join him. Even after all that happened yesterday, I was still majorly attracted to him. He was wearing some tight dark jeans, an orange t-shirt with a picture of some waves printed on it, and some Converse. I admire him so much.

IRIS I blink up at Archer, stunned, not because he’s here, but because of the sheer audacity it must’ve taken to walk over to this table and open his mouth. He’s still standing stiffly at the edge of the booth, arms crossed like some righteous ex-boyfriend delivering divine judgment. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, his voice low but sharp. “It’s only been what? A month? And here you are, flaunting yourself around with McAlister of all people?”

Hi, I just meet this awesome girl who help me editing this book. I truly appreciate your effort dear. I can't thank you enough... Thank you... Tiwana0768 Archer PoV "I am not going to marry anyone, most certainly not a women I don't know or even exist. To hell with your stupid business." I snap angrily towards my father and my grand father.

“I'm 23. Why do you ask?” “It's just that you look so young; you don't look like a typical librarian,” Archer replied and I smiled. People used to have the same conclusion he did. “Let's just say I had certain privileges because I like to read,” I said calmly. “And how old are you and how long have you been a librarian?” I saw him frown again. “I'm 28,” Archer said, and I wasn't surprised. “I recently took a specialization course, so let's just say I'm a complete novice at this book thing.”

The grand birthday speeches had finally concluded, alongside a heavily applauded announcement that the birthday girl, Courtney Armstrong, was officially entering the corporate world. 'Great. As if she needs another excuse to try and hover around my husband..' Elara mentally scoffed. "Hello, gorgeous." An unfamiliar, overly confident voice broke her train of thought. Elara frowned, turning to find a random, slick-looking man stepping entirely too close into her personal space. "Hi?" she replied, her tone laced with clear dismissal. "My name is Alex, and I just had to come over and–" "Fuck off." The man froze, the smug smile instantly dropping from his face. Elara looked past him as the strang

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

Archie laughed loudly and said, “Tyr, I'm going to cut the chase! You should already be aware of why I’m doing this! You only gave me half of the elixir!” Tyr inhaled deeply from the cigarette between his fingers and narrowed his eyes sharply. “What do you mean by that? Do you want me to hand over the other half of the pill?” “That’s right! Not only do I want the rest of the elixir, but I also want the two books of wonders in your hand,” Archie said with a nod. “I’ll lead my troops away the moment you hand over those items. What do you say?” Tyr’s heart sank immediately. He didn’t think Archie would be aware of the books, but now that he was aware of them, that meant the five books were prob

The public nature of our encounter and the abrupt end left me feeling exposed and ashamed. I should have known better than to let things escalate like that in such a public place. I went home immediately after everything. The quiet of my room felt jarring, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I collapsed onto my bed and grabbed my phone, scrolling aimlessly through my feed. Then, a headline stopped me cold: “Archer Ellington Joins Alpha Drake’s Team—From Rags to Riches.” My breath caught. “What is this?” I muttered to myself, scanning the article. It discussed Archer’s potential role as Beta of the Madsun Pack. The opportunity was massive—almost too good to pass up.

Jovan roared, reaching for him, but Archer had already dragged me back, pinning me against the edge of the marble reception desk. Archer stared at me with eyes that didn't look human anymore. His breath, hot and smelling of rot, hit my face. I felt a wave of nausea, my body paralyzing under the weight of the trauma. "So it’s true... you’re really here," Archer hissed, his voice trembling between a laugh and a sob. "You ran all the way to Florida just to be some rich guy's side-piece?!" "Archer... please... let go..." I sobbed. I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like they were collapsing.

Clara added softly, her eyes filling with tears. The physical distance between them felt smaller than it ever had in ten years. The blueprints, the library, and their professional rivalries felt miles away, insignificant compared to the truth. In the dim light of the cold loft, they weren't celebrated architects anymore. They were just two people realizing that the walls they had built to protect themselves were the very things that had kept them in the dark for a decade.