The sound of a door scraping against the floor has me up on my feet, my heart thudding in my chest. No one except for my parents has the key to my apartment, and I know they would’ve called me first and wouldn’t just barge in. Isaac raises an eyebrow at me, and I lift my finger in front of my lips, listening. “Kitten, where are you?” Archer calls, and a wave of nausea rises in my throat. My chest constricts and I press my hand over my mouth not to make a sound. He’s not here. He can’t be. But the shocked look in Isaac’s eyes tells me that yes, somehow Archer’s in my home. I pinch myself just in case I’m dreaming, but I don’t wake up. “Come on, Kitten, where are you hiding?” Archer repeats, his footsteps coming closer. “Stay here,” I whisper to Isaac, who looks at me with narrowed eyes full of suspicion. My head is swimming as I stumble into the hallway. “Ah, there you are.” Archer’s lips spread into a smile. He’s as handsome as ever, his dark hair perfectly combed, his suit and tie impeccable.
