Ren’s POV
When I get back to my room that night, Archer’s there.
It makes sense, I guess, since when I got back to the party he was nowhere to be found. He was guarding my room, I guess—hoping that if I decided to lose my virginity to his mortal enemy, I’d decide to do it in a place where he could stop me.
By makes sense, I mean is utterly inexcusable and not okay—just lines up with his personality.
“Archer,” I say when I see him, heaving a sigh. “I’m tired.”
His light, faraway eyes look a whole lot farther away than usual, and when he speaks, he almost sounds deranged. “Tell me why, Ren. Why did you go off with him?”
“I didn’t go off with him.” Not exactly true. “We got a drink and talked.”
His eyes darken. “I saw you with him. You wanted him. Your wolf wanted him. How is that even
