Alright, so I wrote this short little rewrite because the scene between Archer and Sophie just completely bugged me. Also, I'm trying to get more requests going so if you have anything you'd like me to rewrite just give me book, author, and if you have a specific plot in mind throw it at me. The section in italics are directly from the book, everything else is what I wrote. (:
Archer looked at me incredulously. "Whoa."
"You seriously don't know?"
I'd never been able to feel my blood pressure rising before, but it certainly was now. It felt kind of the way magic used to feel, only with more homicidal rage thrown in.
"Don't. Know. What?" I managed to say.
"Your dad is the head of the Council. As in, the guy who sent us all here."
"No. No, you're lying. Why are you lying to me?" I managed to stutter out. I shook my head back and forth, trying to clear out the idea that my father could be the head of The Council and my mom hadn't told me.
"I have no reason to lie to you Mercer. Your dad is the head honcho. He's the man who sentenced all of us to this prison." Archer said, his forehead scrunched in worry. "Are you alright? You're pale. Paler than usual."
I couldn't answer. Tears were streaming down my face and sobs were emanating from my chest. I gasped for breath and pressed my hands to my chest, hoping to make the pain go away.
"Hey. Mercer. Sophie. Sophia. Look at me. Just breathe, deep." Archer said, reaching out as if he was going to take my face in his hands.
I flinched away from his outstretched hands and fell to the ground, still fighting for air. "NO! YOU'RE LYING! Why are you lying to me? Did Elodie tell you to do this to me? I didn't do anything to her! I don't know why she hates me so much!" I gasped out, and instantly regretted it.
"Sophie. You need to calm down. Shhh. It's okay, just breathe." Archer said as he sat on the ground, lifted me up and placed my on his lap; despite my feeble refusal. Before I could wiggle my way off of his lap I was encircled in his arms and he was rocking back and forth. "Just breathe." He soothed.
"I CAN'T!" I tried to yell, but it came out more of a squeak as I wheezed. I was starting to feel lightheaded, I gave up fighting and just laid my head on Archer's chest. "Try Mercer. Everything'll be fine, breathe." He tried again.
"My chest hurts." I whimpered softly, in too much pain to be embarrassed. I concentrated on Archer's heartbeat, and steadied my breathing to match his.
"Oh God. I'm so sorry, that's my fault. I tried not to hurt you I-" Archer tried to apologize but I cut him off.
"salright'" I mumbled, my eyes started to droop despite my heavy breathing. I gripped on to Archer's shirt tightly as he made his way into a standing position. "What'r you doing?" I asked, but my words were all garbled up and ended up sounding like "Wharyouding?"
"Shhh." Was his response and no matter how hard I fought to keep my eyes open, they just wouldn't comply. I finally just let them close and kept my hold on Archer's shirt.
The next time I opened my eyes, Archer was settling me on my bed with my mint green comforter. He covered me up and peeled the blankets back on the opposite side of the bed before slipping in beside me. I sighed deeply, then winced, and curled into Archer's warm body; snuggling into his waiting arms.
"I'm ending things with Elodie tomorrow." Archer whispered into my hair before brushing his lips against my forehead. "I'm ending things with Elodie because- I think- I might, I might be falling in love with you." He admitted softly.
I fell asleep with a small smile on my face and my fingers intertwined with his.
I do not own Hex Hall or Rachel Hawkins (: