Archer’s mind was reeling, he sat next to his friend, his grip like iron on the warrior’s arm as the words echoed around his head, ‘I think I’m immortal.’ Rowan’s voice swam round and round the Alpha’s mind, making him gasp for breath as he struggled to keep control of his senses.
‘That’s . . that’s not possible’ Archer muttered disbelievingly.
Rowan smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, ‘want a demonstration?’ he asked, bending his leg and rolling up his jeans to reveal a knife strapped to his ankle.
Pulling it out of his holster, the warrior’s wrist was enclosed by Archer’s strong hand, pulling the weapon away from his body. ‘No I don’t want a f*****g demonstration’ he shouted furiously, twisting Rowan’s arm so that he dropped the knife onto the blanket.
‘Why do you think you can’
