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"Holy s**t! Archer! You scared the hell out of me!"
"I was waiting for you to wake up."
Archer was sitting on a long plush bench that divided the bath area from the shower area. He was in his usual black leather pants and nothing else. The nothing else revealed his chiselled torso and sculpted arms. He was the picture of symmetry. His face was open with high cheekbones and a strong chin. His eyes were bright and clear as he focused on me and his hair was a long sheet of ebony that draped down to his waist.
And every inch of his skin was silver.
"You're back." It wasn't a question.
"Yep." I've learned that Travellers like short, slightly cryptic answers.
"Where were you?" Archer was sitting casually, one leg draped over the other, leaning back, so his silver abs rippled
