Archer’s POV
I woke with a start at the sound of a bang and a muffled ‘ow’ from the room down the hall from where I am sleeping. Pushing myself to my feet, I argued with myself for a few moments about whether to go and check on Graciela, my need to look after her outweighing my hesitancy to spend time alone with her. Silently berating my idiocy, I slid out of Ace’s room and moved toward my own, opening the door and flicking the light to find a pert ass sticking out of my closet.
Striding toward the only bit of Graciela that I could see, I bent over to find her rubbing her head with one hand, the other pressing against the back of the closet in various places. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I demanded as I grabbed hold of her and lifted her into my arms, starting to carry her back to bed.
