Music Rec: Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo
Archie let out a slow, humorless chuckle. He exhaled through his nose and then, methodically, began untangling the anklet from her ankle.
Panic flared in Avery's chest.
"What are you doing?" she asked, but didn't get a response.
Instead, Archie stood, walked to the door, and pulled it open. "Where's the masseuse?"
Grace appeared instantly, bowing slightly. "Mr Hawthorne."
Archie held out the anklet. "Take this to Titus. Tell him I asked to destroy it."
Avery shot up from the table. "What?!" She rushed forward, making a futile attempt to get the anklet from him. "What are you doing? That's mine! Sure, you gave it to me, but you don't have a right to take it and destroy it without my permission."
Archie waved Grace off, shut the door back and turned.
"You're right," he said smoothly. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you wear 'contaminated' jewelry."
Avery's stomach twisted, confusion etched on her brows. "What...?"
