#Chapter 185: Time For A Rematch

That evening, I sit on the couch in the living room with the brothers. Archer is to the left of me. He hasn’t gone far from my side since seeing me naked. We never went farther than feather-light touching and gentle kissing, but it was nice all the same. Rough was great, but soft wasn’t bad either. Neil rests on the couch on the other side of me. He still looks tired. I hoped that his nap after I left him would allow him some measure of comfort, but he looks as exhausted as he did before. Seven more days, I will be gone and that damned silver will finally be out of him. I dread the moment I leave for a plethora of reasons: missing the brothers, missing Mia, worrying about my future, or about Wyatt. But knowing Neil will be free of the silver is the one bright spot in the darkness. Steven sits on one of the free standing chairs. He has his tablet in his hands, slowly flipping through something. Likely the pages of one of his science magazines. He keeps up with all the major publicat