♚Archer♚
I stood in the kitchen and looked at the wreck of Harley’s apartment, while the adrenaline still pounded in my veins. The moonlight spilled across the floor, which illuminated every detail. The crooked couch. The smears of blood. The scattered cushions and an empty syringe that almost seemed to mock me. I gripped the countertop so hard that my knuckles turned white. It took everything in me not to punch a hole through the wall. By the time Marcus and Kieran arrived, I was close to losing my s**t. They walked in and neither of them said a word as they took in the scene before them.
“She fought,” Marcus murmured as he studied the smear of blood on the wall. “She didn’t make it easy,”
“Right. She fought back, but she lost,” I grunted. Kieran knelt by the syringe before he carefu
