I open my mouth.
I can’t speak though.
I’ve got a guy after me with a knife.
I have no choice but to spin back around.
Archer is still coming toward me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.
Are Archer and Cullen working together?
I look back and up at Cullen.
“Can you help?” I whisper.
This is my only chance at survival.
If Cullen helps, so be it.
If he pushes me toward Archer, then I’m dead.
And, honestly, if I’m dead…?
Oh well.
No loss, I suppose.
The saddest part of death would be all the work Fay did to raise me.
Just for it end like this.
Getting knifed at a party by some guy I don’t know?
“Is he bothering you?” Cullen whispers.
“Check the knife in his hand and ask me again,” I say.
That’s when Cullen reacts.
He touches my shoulders and moves me to his left.
He doesn’t push me toward Archer.
It’s in that second, I know without a shadow of a doubt that these two guys are enemies.
There’s no set up here.
This is… bad.
Really fucking bad.
“Picking on the new girl already, Archer?” Cullen asks.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Doyle?” Archer growls back.
His voice tears through me in a way I never felt before.