“Crap, come on.” Ridley let go of Archer’s arm and broke into a jog. As she approached the corner, she prepared to shout out for Malachi. But his name died on her tongue as she rushed around the corner.
He stood there, facing her, his backpack on the ground and his fists balled at his sides. Ridley skidded to a halt. A second later, Archer stopped beside her. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing following me,” Malachi hissed, “but I’m not interested.”
“Um, hi,” Ridley said. “Sorry about the creepy following thing. We just want to talk.”
Malachi’s gaze moved to Archer. “I know who you are, and if you come any closer I will kill you!”
“Whoa, jeez.” Archer raised his hands. “That’s not necessary. Look, man, we just want to talk. It’s really—”
But Archer never got to explain what he w
