♚Archer♚
The second the meeting ended, I checked my phone. Harley’s photo was there, front and center, and it knocked the breath right out of me. White lace, smooth skin, her mouth curved in a way that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Below it, her message:
I think I figured out what we can do when you return…
My hands tightened around the phone.
“Go to her,” Ragnar growled. “Now. She is waiting. Ours,” I didn’t argue. I barely said goodbye to Marcus. I didn’t hear whatever Kieran was trying to tell me about the west border. I was already gone. My pulse hammered, and her photo was burned into my mind. Every step to the car felt slow, every stop an insult. My body was wound tight, and the hunger was like a hot wire under my skin. But it wasn’t just the need or the hunge
