I should walk away. This beat-down has nothing to do with me, and for all I know, this guy could deserve it. Not to mention, the Hayes brothers would absolutely hate it if I inserted myself into any more fights. And though their opinion on the matter isn’t the most important to me, I should probab
Maybe they won’t notice, is my hope-filled second thought, which is, of course, ridiculous. The bruise already stings so badly it even pulses some. It has to be big and red and ugly. Archer and the rest are definitely going to notice. So I would just have to hide it from them. I had no idea how I
I frown at him, not at all liking where this conversation is going. “Yeah?” “Do you think they would lend me the money I need? If it would save my life?” They only thing that keeps me from laughing is the fact that this guy might honest to God die. The Hayes brothers? Giving out money? Saving so
“Who did this?” Archer’s voice is like fire and ice water at once, burning with fury but at the same time doused with the chilling promise of vengeance. It’s almost be flattering in a way, except the root of his anger is based strictly on possession. Like a spoiled child annoyed that someone else
I like the way he’s looking at me. I want him to keep looking. “You will stay there until you be a good girl and tell me the truth of what happened to you.” His voice is husky rough. I’d like to think he’s not unaffected by the sight of me like this, but he could just still be angry. “Guess we’l
I’m not sure what I expected when I baited Archer’s anger like that. Perhaps I should have known that he would react as he did. Still, as he dragged me down the hallway by the ribbon that still bound both of my hands, I couldn’t help but wonder if I shouldn’t have been more cautious. In one of t
The room falls quiet a moment. Beau and Archer trade a look I cannot discern. Neil shakes his head. Even Steven sighed, sitting back in his chair. Archer’s fingers dug into my shoulder. “Then you should have let him die.” I knew he would say that, but I still hate the words. “I’m not like you. I
As I stand with the Hayes brothers in our makeshift classroom for that week’s Nanny Lessons, I feel incredibly awkward. This is the absolute last place I want to be. I hoped to avoid the brothers as much as I could, possibly forever, but there is no avoiding this. At least they all showed up, even