“I brought you something,” he says.
He reaches behind him.
I gasp.
“Calm down, Jaci,” he says.
Archer pulls a large envelope out of his back pocket and tosses it to the ground.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“What you really want.”
“And what do I really want, Archer?”
“Information about your family,” he says.
My face drops.
“I shouldn’t tell you the next part,” Archer says. “But I respect honor.”
“Here we go again with that shit,” I say. “Honor? Having two otherSavagesshow up to scare me? Having those two ratty bitches show up too? And then you step on my guitar like a spoiled, jealous child?”
Archer curls his lip. “I handled that situation.”
“You set their cars on fire, right?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jaci,” Archer says.
Oh, why is this turning me on so much?
I swallow hard.
“The guitar wasn’t personal,” Archer says. “Maybe just a little.”
“Are you going to break this one now?” I ask.
Archer moves his left foot forward and inches the envelope along the ground.
“I see it,” I say.
“You don’t understand it yet.”
“So make me understand it, Archer,” I say.
That’s when he steps closer to me.
My eyes look to the knife for a second.
Then back to his eyes.
The guitar Cullen bought me is the only thing keeping him from pressing his body against mine.
He’s inches from my face. “You don’t know who your family is, sweet thing. So I can’t do what I want. Understand?”
“That envelope tells me who my family is, right?”
“Right,” Archer says. “Do you understand?”