Chapter 68 A Threat And A Promise

• I don’t hear anything about the missing clothes until the next morning, when Archer bursts into my room and heads straight for the closet. He throws open the door and shuffles through the hangers.
• I’m barely out of bed, still in my pajamas. My hair is a mess. I only just brushed my teeth.
• Archer turns toward me, his face twisted up in rage. “So what Wyatt said is true. I had to see it for myself to believe it.”