*Rosie Fay-Donovan*

“Are you not going to tell me why you’re covered in blood and drunk as hell?” I tried again, studying Archie carefully. He didn’t look wounded or bruised—truth be told, the blood didn’t even seem to be his.

I guessed I was more pissed at seeing him drunk and unaware of my annoyance, but I decided to be a bit more cool about it. It wouldn’t help to snap at him right now.

So, instead of waiting for him to give me an answer, I just ...