Archer slowly moved away from her, then looked up to her eyes. Dark hazel, sincere and he had never felt as sorry. Here he was, crying about his dead mate to his new mate and he never felt so much like a sinner.
"Do you feel better?" She asked as she moved back, then sat close to him, crossing her legs under her.
"You are supposed to be asleep."
She shrugged. "It felt someone needed me fast." A small smile spread her lips as she looked at him, and he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Funny how you think I would need you to comfort me. Given all the circumstances and the what ifs regarding us."
She shrugged. "Even the moon goddess thought you needed me. Why should I not think so?"
He said nothing, and gave a small sigh, then leaned backwards. She relaxed, then pushed her fingers th
