“Don’t take it personally.” Archer shrugged.
“It’s just your job,” I mocked him back.
Archer nodded. “My family have been hunting supernatural creatures for centuries,” he told me as if I’d asked him a question. “I guess you’d say it’s in my blood.”
“Then I feel sorry for you,” I spat at him.
Archer’s eyes widened as if I’d stung him and I had to bite back a smile.
“You feel sorry for me?” He eyed me with suspicion. “Why the hell would you feel sorry for me?”
“Because it sounds to me like you’re a little puppet who does whatever he’s told to do whenever his strings are pulled.” I practically laughed at him, still feeling the energy bubbling inside me. Even though I hadn’t called to them, I was almost sure I could feel the elements all around me. I suddenly felt warm air caressing the back of my neck and smelled a fresh summer stream bubbling through a meadow.
“You don’t know anything about me,” Archer said through gritted teeth.