"What happened?" Archer demanded from the bed. "I heard breaking glass."

Grady slapped his hand against the door next to my head, his seething breaths rushing past my cheek. "When I tell you to run, you run. Don't come breaking down the door and inviting more of Faust's men in."

"He was drowning you," I hissed.

"What?" Archer said. "Someone was drowning you?"

"I solved that problem, didn't I? Me." Grady gritted out. "I don't need ...