Bree’s P.O.V.
“What?” I asked Archer, looking up at him.
“Why the hell did you mingle in the fight? I told you to stay back!” Archer asked me, despair in his eyes.
“Do you even know what could have happened to you? Do you know what danger you have just put yourself in? I don’t know if I want to yell at you, or kiss you!” He yelled, a frown forming on his forehead. My mouth dropped open as I listened to him speak.
“I… I was just trying t-t-to help…” I told him, seeing how he shook his head in anger.
“Bree, listen to me and listen very carefully.” Archer told me, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was trying to calm himself down here.
“If you chose me, what would that make you?” He asked me, making me the one that was frowning now.
“Your mate?” I answered him, seeing how he sighed.
Ok…
