I’m not sure what I expected when I baited Archer’s anger like that. Perhaps I should have known that he would react as he did.
Still, as he dragged me down the hallway by the ribbon that still bound both of my hands, I couldn’t help but wonder if I shouldn’t have been more cautious.
In one of the common areas, a sitting room with a nearly perfect square of leather couches, he threw me forward. I stumbled with my new freedom, and off-balance, fell down onto the hard floor.
The three other brothers were already there. Beau was lounging across the corner of one of the couches, flipping through his phone. Sitting opposite him, Steven is relaxing with a notepad on his lap, but he straights when he sees me. Neil paces behind the couch, Mia cradled in his arms.
Mia reaches toward me with bot
