Archer POV
“You look like hell,” Dominic says as he lets himself into my cabin.
“I know,” I say, my voice coming out gravely.
It’s been a week since Everly was kidnapped and shot and I’ve barely slept since then. She drifted in and out of consciousness for days and I’ve been too worried to fall asleep. I don’t know what I would do if I woke up and she was gone.
Jesus, I could have lost her. It makes me sick to my stomach every time I think about it. Acid burns in the back of my throat, but I swallow it down. She’s here. She’s safe. She didn’t die. Repeating those words to myself is the only way I’ve been able to get through this week.
“How’s she doing?” Stryker asks as he joins us in my kitchen.
I sigh. “Better. She’s been awake more and more every day so that’s a good sign.”
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