“Are you okay, angel?” he asked.
“My name’s Scott.”
“I know. You’re a brave one to take on Gods,” he commented.
I probably shouldn’t have risen to the bait and yelled back. I could sense Gray when he entered the room again. The anger was palpable, and it was probably, thanks to the wards around me, that it felt so strong. It was an extension of him and his powers.
“I don’t like being told what to do,” I said to Archer.
“I can see that.”
“Excuse me, Archer,” Ig said, reaching us. “Would you mind if I took Scott from you?”
“You’re a popular woman. There’s no question as to why,” Archer complimented me.
“Scott,” Ig prompted.
“Thank you, Archer,” I said.
He flashed me a smile and leaned in to place a kiss on my cheek. “Anytime, angel. I look forward to seeing more of you when I’m down there.”
Archer left, and Ig took his spot.
“You know how to pick them, Scott,” he muttered.
“What?”
“First, Gray, and now Archer.”
“I have no idea —”
“I know,” he said.
My stomach dropped. “How?”
“Scott, I’ve known him long enough. He’s drunk with me less and less, and the way he’s currently fuming over there says that there’s something between you.”
“Is it that obvious?”
Ig shook his head. “Most people don’t know Gray well enough. That’s his general attitude. Pissed at the world. It’s his job.”
I nodded.
“I wouldn’t trust Archer,” Ig advised me.
“I don’t think I should trust any of you.”
“Woah! What have we done?”
“Nothing.”
We swayed on the floor among the pairs.
“Why doesn’t he propose to her?” I asked eventually. “And how is she okay with him sleeping with me if it’s that serious?”
“Who? Who’s proposing to who?” Ignacio asked, perplexed.
“Gray and Elva.”
