Archer's POV

The hall is filled with flowery scents when I walk in. The place looked and felt more like home to me. 

Having Casey in here was a major reason for that. It was not just the slave quarters anymore, rather it was a place I visited on a regular basis whenever I felt like communicating or talking with a friend. 

I used to do that with Farrell, although he never was the talking type, he still listened but all that was in the past. Now Farrell preferred to act on impulse and without hearing the opinion of others. I have been able to stay under his dominance with...