*Archer*
Jagger was seething with rage that consumed him from within. His claws scraped against our metaphorical inner membrane that separated the animal soul from the human one, and I felt every barb of those claws as if an arrow, poisoned, had pierced me. I never thought it was possible to hate your child so deeply, or at least that was the impression I had while watching Henderson van der Meer, without a second thought or doubt, raise his hand to his daughter, who had decided to free herself from under his rule. Jeremy and Ellie tried their hardest, but even they understood that without a miracle soon, Jagger would reveal himself to all the guests present and likely tear apart at least a few people he had already come to despise. My eyes saw only red—red that would soon cover this beau
