But he also remembered being shoved down into the snow and unceremoniously overtaken by Aue in a way that he had only ever let Pasi, and the realization of the two lives coinciding only strengthened. Archer's face was mottled with fury and outrage; and now it faintly flushed, the anger intensifying.
The gall was unbelievable. But, in spite of the blatant disregard for everything, the two of them had an understanding, an arrangement, an agreement that worked. As Wolfeite and Aue, they both knew who was in charge. He'd willingly given that up, pulled the glamour back over himself to become Archer, and now the dynamic had shifted.
Archer's teeth clenched together.
"Two hours," he said, which was less time than he actually had with the glamour, but he wasn't going to tell Pasi that. "That's all."
His dark eyes were darkening even further.
"Make good use of it," Archer snarled, and the intention was clear.
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