Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--
No. Don't distract me with your sexy talk.
Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.
Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea.
Where the heck was I while you were playing Grand Theft Cellar?
They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer need to get out of here, fast.
He probably would've raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me.