Archer POV
I perched on the arm of my cream sofa with my scotch in one hand and dart gun in the other, eyes fixed on the unconscious tribrid lying face down on my champagne carpet. My heart was still hammering with adrenaline and I had the gun poised, ready to shoot if he showed any sign of waking. I couldn’t risk it. How I even managed to capture such a powerful creature was beyond me. But he had been distracted from the moment he walked in here. He was here for her. And his feelings for her were enough to distract him from the possibility that I wasn’t merely an average Joe off the streets, but in fact, a trained agent with an apartment full of advanced weaponry to defend myself against him. But I was under no illusion that if he woke up and we were still here alone, I was as good as de
