“Archer, where did you get that?” he asks, cutting me off midsentence, a hint of shock in his eyes as he reaches for the charm on my desk. I raise a brow and rise to my feet, swiping it out of his hand in one smooth move before hiding it away in my suit pocket. “It’s Muse’s,” I murmur, feeling defensive. “She lost it last night.” I don’t tell him that I’d been holding her wrist and that the charm came loose when she pulled her hand away. I’m not sure why I feel the need to hide that, but something about that moment, the way she looked at me…it seemed private for reasons I can’t quite convey.
