Archer POV
I was called into the boardroom of the CIA after a nerve-wracking ten-minute wait in the silent holding room. The last time I was here was with my father when we put forward our proposal to set up the SIA ten years ago. Now I was being summoned here alone and I had no idea what they were going to say to me. My nerves had been shot since my encounter with the Queen of Supernaturals. No, actually I was on edge long before that, since the tribrid walked into my penthouse. But I was being given a chance to save not only my life but possibly stop a war if I could play my cards right.
“Agent Archer Brooks,” A man greeted me from the boardroom door and gestured for me to enter. I stood up and smoothed down my tie before striding in with an air of fake confidence. I had to play both
