♚Archer♚
By the time we made it back to the packhouse, it was midmorning. I could still taste the fight. The blood, sweat, fear, and the inside of my skull felt hollowed out, every thought raw and sharp. I wanted to keep hunting. I wanted to rip the city apart brick by brick until I found Harley. But Marcus forced us all into my office. The space felt crowded, but necessary.
“Get your heads on straight,” he snapped as he just about ripped the closet door open. He grabbed the first aid kit and began tending to our wounds. Kieran, whom I hadn’t even noticed wasn’t in the room with us, came in with a bowl and some towels. He cleaned us up fairly quickly. “That was a setup meant to kill you,” Marcus said to me. He wasn’t wrong. “Get some rest,” he then said to the others, including Kieran.
