had hitched up her waist to reveal long, toned legs and a white scrap of lace that barely covered her ass.
All skin and woman.
The sight struck him right where it mattered most, and he felt an instant tightening between his thighs. Only Sienna could fend off attackers in gumboots and still look sexy. Something inside stirred beside the rage, mingled for a brief moment, and was pushed aside.
Reminding himself that he was, in fact, still very mad at her, Archer shoved open the door and tossed the small bag of clothes she’d collected from Rose onto a nearby couch.
She lowered the water bottle and spun around. “Archer.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, coming to a stop in front of her.
“I’m in no mood for a lecture, so back the hell down.”
He caught her chin and tilted her face to either side. A mild nosebleed as he’d suspected. Her attempt to pull away only tightened his grip on her. She was upset and a fire raged in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a very long time. Good. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“What part of ‘stay in the house’ got lost in translation?”
Sienna slapped at his hands and drew back. “I went to see Rose.”
“Rose would’ve come here.”
“I can’t stay here and hide forever.”
“No, but you’ll have to be careful until Warrick and his warriors can be dealt with.”
She gave a defiant lift of her chin. “I’m not the weak little witch girl you make me out to be, Archer. In case you hadn’t noticed, I handled them.”
“Any longer and you would’ve crumbled.” He saw the denial on her face and had the urge to shake some sense into her. Instead, he planted his hands firmly on her shoulders, forcing her to face him. “No one doubts your powers but you refuse to embrace them and that makes you weak. Don’t for one moment think those assholes don’t know that.”
“I’m fine!” She shoved his chest, packing a powerful punch for someone so small.
Damn, she’s infuriating.
Frustration prickled and pushing past her, he slammed on the tap with a little more force than intended.
Sienna’s eyes widened when she saw him vigorously scrubbing his hands, blood rinsing down the drain. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll live.”
She came up behind him, took hold of his hand in hers, and winced. “It’s a bad one.”
He tugged his hand away, not caring to examine the thin cut on his inner arm. He’d had worse. “I’m fine, Sienna.” The wound had already begun to heal and once again, Archer was grateful for the accelerated healing that came with his powers. It had saved his hide several times.
“Archer.”
“I heal quickly,” he said, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping the wound dry. “You, on the other hand, don’t.”
“And you’re hurt because of me.”
“So stay in the damn house.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Her attempt to side step him failed, and she blew out her breath. “Let me go, Archer.”
Reaching between them, he took her hand and held it against his shoulder where his Keeper tattoo was branded on his flesh. The action brought an instant flash of recognition in her eyes, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “You know how this all works, Sienna. Without you, our elemental powers are useless. But without us, your elemental powers will weaken. You will weaken.” His voice clouded with a thick emotion he couldn’t prevent, and he swallowed. The very thought of something happening to her sent his entire body into a rip-roaring rollercoaster of anger, misery, and denial.
“Archer, stop.”
“No. You need to get how serious this is.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“By your actions tonight, no. I don’t think you do.” She tried to break away but he grabbed her wrists and held them between their bodies. “If you’re hell bent on risky manoeuvres, then we’re all at risk. And I’ll be damned if our parents died for nothing.”
“Don’t you think I feel that,
All skin and woman.
The sight struck him right where it mattered most, and he felt an instant tightening between his thighs. Only Sienna could fend off attackers in gumboots and still look sexy. Something inside stirred beside the rage, mingled for a brief moment, and was pushed aside.
Reminding himself that he was, in fact, still very mad at her, Archer shoved open the door and tossed the small bag of clothes she’d collected from Rose onto a nearby couch.
She lowered the water bottle and spun around. “Archer.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, coming to a stop in front of her.
“I’m in no mood for a lecture, so back the hell down.”
He caught her chin and tilted her face to either side. A mild nosebleed as he’d suspected. Her attempt to pull away only tightened his grip on her. She was upset and a fire raged in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a very long time. Good. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“What part of ‘stay in the house’ got lost in translation?”
Sienna slapped at his hands and drew back. “I went to see Rose.”
“Rose would’ve come here.”
“I can’t stay here and hide forever.”
“No, but you’ll have to be careful until Warrick and his warriors can be dealt with.”
She gave a defiant lift of her chin. “I’m not the weak little witch girl you make me out to be, Archer. In case you hadn’t noticed, I handled them.”
“Any longer and you would’ve crumbled.” He saw the denial on her face and had the urge to shake some sense into her. Instead, he planted his hands firmly on her shoulders, forcing her to face him. “No one doubts your powers but you refuse to embrace them and that makes you weak. Don’t for one moment think those assholes don’t know that.”
“I’m fine!” She shoved his chest, packing a powerful punch for someone so small.
Damn, she’s infuriating.
Frustration prickled and pushing past her, he slammed on the tap with a little more force than intended.
Sienna’s eyes widened when she saw him vigorously scrubbing his hands, blood rinsing down the drain. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll live.”
She came up behind him, took hold of his hand in hers, and winced. “It’s a bad one.”
He tugged his hand away, not caring to examine the thin cut on his inner arm. He’d had worse. “I’m fine, Sienna.” The wound had already begun to heal and once again, Archer was grateful for the accelerated healing that came with his powers. It had saved his hide several times.
“Archer.”
“I heal quickly,” he said, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping the wound dry. “You, on the other hand, don’t.”
“And you’re hurt because of me.”
“So stay in the damn house.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Her attempt to side step him failed, and she blew out her breath. “Let me go, Archer.”
Reaching between them, he took her hand and held it against his shoulder where his Keeper tattoo was branded on his flesh. The action brought an instant flash of recognition in her eyes, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “You know how this all works, Sienna. Without you, our elemental powers are useless. But without us, your elemental powers will weaken. You will weaken.” His voice clouded with a thick emotion he couldn’t prevent, and he swallowed. The very thought of something happening to her sent his entire body into a rip-roaring rollercoaster of anger, misery, and denial.
“Archer, stop.”
“No. You need to get how serious this is.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“By your actions tonight, no. I don’t think you do.” She tried to break away but he grabbed her wrists and held them between their bodies. “If you’re hell bent on risky manoeuvres, then we’re all at risk. And I’ll be damned if our parents died for nothing.”
“Don’t you think I feel that,
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