Chapter ElevenI stiffened, and Diggy turned, his posture stiffening as well. It wasn't something I would have noticed before, but all those hours with him gave me an insight into his tells, his masked expressions. His hand clenched the glass as he took a sip. We both watched the man approach. Even some guests paused to look and murmur.
Archer.
Would Diggy have come in this direction if he knew we'd be intercepted? It was something to mull over later. Archer's aura wasn't yet in range, but the menacing vibes he oozed had already reached us. Or me at least. I wasn't sure if Diggy was empathic, he'd never answered that question. Some people around us sure were, because the moment I sensed it, a few of the guests retreated, putting space between them and the vibes emanating from Archer.
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