You could've just let me bleed to death and saved yourself a lot of hassle."
Cal scowled at him. "I did it for her."
Archer's smirk faded. "Fair enough," he said softly. "Thank you."
They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer needed to get out of here, fast.

Autor: Rachel Hawkins