Archie’s POV
"Get out, Daniel," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh, icy rasp.
Daniel didn't flinch. He just held his hands up in mock surrender, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth again. "Fine. But ignoring it won't make it disappear, Archie. Read over the contracts. We sign on Monday."
He turned and walked out, leaving the study door open behind him.
I stood frozen beside my desk, Daniel's question ringing in my ears like a persistent alarm. When was the last time you wanted someone enough to be afraid of it? Never. Not like this. Not with this raw, suffocating panic that made every instinct scream at me to run, while every nerve ending dragged me in the exact opposite direction.
I spent the rest of the night working until my vision blurred, desperately tryi
