Chapter 33 Confused

• Archer sits straight up in bed and looks down at me. His eyes are heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head. He looks completely disheveled and completely confused. He rubs at his eyes and looks down at me.
• “What the hell?” he grumbles. His voice is thick with sleep. It jolts through my body like a current.
• I scramble backward and up onto my feet. “I should be asking you that?” I hiss. My voice is hoarse and rough.