I scramble back away from Archer’s grasp. His hands come flying off me and I curl into the corner of the bed, sandwiched between the walls. My heart is beating in my throat. I touch one hand to my neck, trying to see if it’s tender from Archer’s grasp. What I find pisses me off even more.
“What the f**k?!” I gasp.
My fingers toy with the collar around my neck. I pull at it to try and get it off me but it’s no use. It’s a very thin leather band, taught to my skin. There’s a metal bit where the ends of the leather are supposed to meet. A red light flashes up at my chin.
“What the f**k is this?!” I shout, finally regaining my voice from sleep.
“I told you I was looking into additional security measures,” Archer says. He shrugs as if this is nothing. “This was the best solution. It’s a G
