“Who did this?” Archer’s voice is like fire and ice water at once, burning with fury but at the same time doused with the chilling promise of vengeance.
It’s almost be flattering in a way, except the root of his anger is based strictly on possession. Like a spoiled child annoyed that someone else has played with their things.
The last thing I want to do is tell him about the fight, or about Tide. Despite myself, I am still considering loaning Tide the money. A person shouldn’t have to die for their mistakes. Saying that here and now would only really set of Archer, though.
I am half-tempted to let Tide fall on his face, though, growing more convinced by the second, the longer Archer continues to look at me with such murderous intent.
His fingers are a vice grip on my arm, tightening. “
