twenty-five
“This isn’t right,” Nya said, looking into the plate of sumptuous food that had just been put down in front of her.
“What’s wrong with it,” Archer asked, leaning over the table to peer into his plate as he gnawed on a meatball. “Looks fine. You haven’t tasted it.”
“Not the food,” she said.
They’d come back to Louie’s and had the same reception. The atmosphere was cozy tonight, it wasn’t quite as busy and they’d received such an enthusiastic welcome that she got a free bottle of wine into the bargain, making her think Archer might have done some recent work for someone associated with this place.
“Then what?” he asked, scooping up more food. “The wine?”
“No, it feels wrong to be sitting here safe and happy when Tag could be in danger.”
It had taken another ten
