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They can’t shoot me.
I’m anHeir. Just like they are.
The only reason they have guns…
Archer.
They must be worried Archer is going to show up with someSavagesand start problems.
But Cullen’s little brother is aSavage.
I vividly remember the blood on Quinn Doyle too…
This is all too much.
It’s all confusing yet all connected.
And I’m tied up in this thing because of who I am.
Yet I’m not even sure who I really am.
So I tear open the front door and step out onto the porch.
“She’s fine with me,” Cullen says.
“She’s fine if you keep her in your little bubble, Doyle,” Archer growls.
“Then she can stay here as long as she wants,” Cullen says.
“What is happening?” I ask.
Cullen turns to look at me.
Archer jumps up to the second step of the porch.
Just to see me?
Cullen swings his left hand, sweeping at the air.
“Stay the fuck back, Amatti,” he warns Archer.
“I just…”
Archer curls his lip.
He takes another step.
Cullen grabs for Archer’s shirt.
Archer takes a quick swing at Cullen.
A warning swing.
My head is dazed. My eyes are heavy.
I’m high as a kite thanks to thezazas.
All I can picture is Archer busting into Fay’s house at the perfect time.
