Mikalya's P.O.V:

Rhys nodded at me to continue, his hair was covered in melting snow making it look darker that its usual color as if fell on to his forehead. It had grown out of that military cut since he came here and I have to say, it suited him better. His eyes were intense and focused only on me and for some reason; I was feeling the need to kiss him. I squashed that urge for now. We were heading out to battle, the kiss could wait.

"We go out there, and face them head on. But only us. I ...