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I kind of look around and realize everyone is distracted.
Archer could just walk up to me, stab me, and walk away.
If he does it the right way, I’ll bleed out and die right here.
If he does it the wrong way and I survive, then what?
Am I going to just tell the police or doctors or whoever that some guy I don’t know stabbed me?
“This is fucking insane,” I whisper.
I open my feet a little and take a fighting stance.
Archer is still walking toward me.
The guy moves like the bad guy in a slasher movie.
Slowly, powerfully, and scary.
I have to keep moving.
This is too much to take in.
New college. New sense of life.
And now someone who wants me dead.
I scramble and try to think of why Archer wants me dead.
Oh, fuck. Is he the guy that gives Marty all the drugs?
Marty said he had me covered though.
Or not…
It seems too farfetched though.
How much money do I really owe Marty?
Not even two hundred bucks!
Am I worth killing over two hundred bucks?
I start to back up again.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps and-
I feel like I hit a wall.
I gasp and turn.
I’m staring up at Cullen Doyle.
“Hey, love,” he says. “Thought you might be here.”
