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Ridley turned away from the stairs and inhaled deeply as white-hot anger flashed through her once more. She shut her eyes and tried to beat it down with every step Archer climbed toward the apartment. But he was yet another person who had known exactly what she was and chosen to keep her in the dark, and this knowledge filled her with an odd mixture of embarrassment and hurt that she could only hide with anger.
“Hey,” he said as he reached the top of the stairs. Hey. As if it were just an average evening. As if he showed up at her home late at night all the time.
Ridley whipped around to face him. “Why are you here?”
He hesitated for only a second before answering. “I came to see you.”
“In the middle of the night?”
Archer walked forward, his dark eyes never leaving Ridley’s face. H
