Chapter 162 Archer
- Archer
- “Are you ready to do this?” I ask Sable as I sit on the ground across from her and hand her a fresh mug of coffee.
- We’re in the back yard, just the two of us, on the heels of dawn. I put down a blanket on the dewy grass to keep us dry, and a plate with a few warmed cinnamon rolls rests between us, already missing one fragrant pastry. Steam rises in wispy strands from the surface of the coffee.