Hailey gave a small sigh as Archer exited the room, closing the door behind him. She still couldn't tell which she preferred. For him to look at her and see another woman, or to simply look at her.
She shook her head, then let out a snall sigh. It wasn't Celyn's fault she was dead. If anything, she was a victim.
Archer's stance stiffened as she walked slowly towards him, descending down the stairs in slow, graceful steps.
"I am ready," she said, her voice small almost like she didn't want to speak.
He said nothing as he walked to the door and opened it for her. She walked out, her head down. He followed behind her, then closed the door behind him.
"We are taking the car."
Her eyes widened a little as she stopped in her tracks, then looked up to him.
"What?" He asked, stopping just i
