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Royal shuffled out of the room and the sound of the big front doors bursting open filled the space. I could hear muffled tense conversation coming from the foyer, and then Archer was there. He crossed the room in seconds. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his body. And I let go.
I wept for the friend who was dead, for the friends I had hurt, I wept for myself and the simple human life I'd left behind. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore until my eyes were dry and my breathing slowed. Archer pulled away from me and kissed me on the eyes. Then he laid a sweet, gentle kiss where my third eye would be.
"She was a great friend, and she loved you very much, she would not blame you for this." I nodded. "You really like moving those gargoyle statues all a
