Lana got off the phone with Aria and smoothed down the front of her dark blue shirt before making her way to Archer’s study. It was evening and he’d been holed up in meetings all day. She knocked on his door before entering, asking for him to join her for dinner. As a peace offering, she’d attempted to make chicken Florentine. It was probably nowhere near as good as Irina’s cooking, but it was something she’d made herself and she hoped they could discuss things civilly over a nice dinner.
“So when were you going to discuss your witch excavation problems with me?” Lana finally queried as Archer sat down at the dinner table.
Lana couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow over the way he simply watched her walk back and forth from the kitchen to put food on the table. He didn’t lift a hand to help
