When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the bed, only the soft fur rug for company. The tendrils of the nightmare still troubled her, but she closed off the memory, another kind of panic filling her. She needed Archer, sensed that he was not far away, and she needed to remind herself that the ...
London rain was as predictable as the world spinning on its axis, but this storm seemed to be gaining strength, the pellets of water beating against the drains and bouncing off the walkways in the street below. The stormy weather matched his mood. Still staring out the window, he pulled the stopp...