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My cheeks burn. Hearing them list all the ways in which I’ve been in danger makes me feel like a weak little kid who shouldn’t be allowed to do anything without supervision.

From his place near the coffee maker, Archer goes on, switching gears. “Obviously, Dare’s leg is a situation that needs addressing,” he says, crossing his arms. “But we also need to address that there’s a very real chance Dare has witches on his trail now.”

Ridge scrubs a hand down his face. “Dammit. I didn’t even consider that.”

I sit up straighter, a pang of fear rolling over me as I process what Archer’s implying. “You mean...