You're okay, Kat breathed out as she broke free, limping around the side of the table. I've been so worried. Archer pulled his long legs off the table and rose. A second later, he enveloped Kat in a hug. I told you to stay where you were. But oh no, you didn't listen. He looked over her head at me. I totally told her to stay. Luc scowled. Why didn't I get a hug?
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In a tense moment, Kat finally breaks free from her confinement, relieved to see Archer as she limps around the table. Archer expresses his concern for her safety through a warm embrace, indicating the emotional bond they share. He playfully chastises her for not following his instructions to remain in a safe place, demonstrating their dynamic relationship where worry intertwines with familiarity.

As the two reconnect, Luc observes from the side, feeling a bit left out and humorously questioning why he doesn't receive the same affection. This exchange highlights the camaraderie and playful banter among the characters, showcasing their friendship even amidst the stress of their situation. Overall, the scene captures the mix of worry, relief, and lightheartedness that characterizes their interactions.

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