♚Archer♚
“You don’t think…” Marcus said as he stared at me. “I mean…”
“I don’t know how she is connected to this, but if she hadn’t shown up, I never would have left,” I pointed out. Marcus hummed, but there wasn’t any time to stand around and ponder whatever madness Seraphina was up to. We hurried back to the laptop. Kieran used the mouse to drag the marker on the timeline at the bottom.
“Let’s start at eight,” he murmured.
“By the way, this is him,” Marcus said as he grabbed one of the files off my desk. He flipped it open to a photo of Malrik. I stared at the photo, and my stomach twisted. Malrik had dark, unkempt hair that curled at the ends, the kind that looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in weeks. Or a good wash. His eyes were a hard green, sharp but flat, like there was nothin
