Page 99 of Bleed for Me

Her legs were positioned on either side of his, their bodies molded perfectly together. It was a shame they hated one another so badly, because they did look good together.

“You can’t break what’s already been broken.”

His nostrils flared, and I could tell he was torn between fucking the living shit out of her or strangling her until she ceased to exist.

A knock sounded on my bedroom door, causing a flicker of irritation to spiral through me. Why the hell was I so popular today? Sighing, I turned and wrenched it open, not at all surprised to find Archer standing in the doorway.

“Hey, have you seen—” His words faltered, fading out of existence as his eyes drifted behind me. His jaw tightened instantly.

I muttered a curse beneath my breath and took a step back to allow him entry. I just wanted a goddamn shower. Archer pushed past me, his gaze zeroing in on the couple positioned on the floor. Seven released her instantly and she scrambled to her feet, smoothing out her skirt.

I closed the door and leaned against it, raking my hand through my hair before folding my arms over my chest. This was bound to be interesting.

Archer strolled up to her instantly, latching his hand around Rosalie’s throat. Her eyes widened and she grasped at his wrist, confusion swimming in the depths of her blue eyes.

“Did you fuck him?” He jerked his head in Seven’s direction.

Even if she wanted to speak, I wasn’t sure she could. Her lips were parted, and her face was changing in shade.

If she died in my room, that would be pretty inconvenient. There would probably be a mess, and then it would need to be investigated. I’d lose my room entirely if that happened.

“Archer,” I warned.

Seven shot me a glare and subtly shook his head, telling me to shut the hell up. Did he hate her so much that he truly wanted her to die?

I blew out an annoyed breath. “Can you at least kill her in the hallway? This is my fucking room.”

Their whole dynamic was confusing the hell out of me. They were willing to share her, but if she fucked them separately, it was an issue. Someone needed to fill Rosalie in on the rules.

Archer’s hand tightened around her throat, forcing a gargled sound from her throat.

Shit.

He was crushing her fucking windpipe. A foreign feeling settled within my stomach, making me uncomfortable. I was supposed to keep her safe, not allow my friends to murder her.

At least this would get me an additional favor.

I moved forward, wrapping my fingers around Archer’s strained arm before jerking it away from her. She buckled forward, gasping for air. Her long hair tumbled out around her as she greedily sucked in more and more oxygen.

“Are you trying to fucking kill her?” I growled, shoving him away from her. He stumbled back, but righted himself before he could trip and bust his ass.

“Did you fuck him?” he asked again, his nostrils flaring with unrestrained anger.

Rosalie was still working to catch her breath but after a few moments, she lifted her head, shooting him an incredulous look. “No, asshole,” she rasped. “And even if I did, it’s none of your goddamn business.”

He lurched forward, but I was quick to haul him back again.

“Calm your shit, Archer.”

He whirled on me then, his eyes flashing with something dark and unhinged. “Why are you protecting her?” he demanded, pausing as the wheels started churning in his brain. “Better yet, why is she here?”

My throat bobbed with a thick swallow. I wasn’t scared of him in the least. But he was already on edge and telling him that she spent the night here, and that I’d fucked the shit out of her, probably wouldn’t go over so well. Not for Rosalie, at least. I couldn’t monitor her twenty-four seven.

“She was hearing voices.” I shrugged.

Rosalie snapped her head in my direction and narrowed her eyes. “Really, asshole?”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a damn shower. I assume you can find your way to the fucking door.” I glanced between the three of them, annoyance flaring deep within me.

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