Chapter 49

I dashed from the bed, relieved that my wound was no longer preventing me from moving around. I could still feel it beneath my t-shirt, but luckily it was little more than a raised, red scar now.

I crossed the living/kitchen area to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the basement apartment door and peered up into the darkness. Archer had clearly seen fit not to flick on the light. Instead, I could see him peering through the peephole on the heavy lead door (he wasn’t joking when he said he had taken considerable security measures).

“Who is it?” I hissed up to him.

“I thought I told you to stay in your room?” he spat back at me as though he was my father and not some guy I’d met only a couple of days ago.