Archer returned from Brighton with a heavier chest than when he left. The drive back felt longer than usual, not because of the distance, but because of the silence that followed him. Shiloh’s words replayed in his mind over and over again—there is no us. It didn’t sit right with him, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise.
By the time he reached his condo, his expression had already settled into something unreadable, a mask he wore far too often.
Archer grabbed a beer from the fridge, sat on the couch, and started drinking.
"f**k," Archer cursed. "I thought we had something, but then again, it was only me who was interested in him," he added. Archer grabbed his phone to contact Dmitri when a few Omegas' numbers popped up. Archer frowned. He was done playing a
