Chapter 52
“f**k,” Mal mutters.
Ryker turns to me, concern and pain swimming in his ocean eyes. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“How many?” Ryker whispers to me.
“From what I can see, we’re looking at around one hundred and fifty visible soldiers,” I frown. Our meager one hundred fighters’ pales in comparison.
“f**k,” Mal repeats.
“Don’t forget we have some aces up our sleeve,” Ariella nods in my direction.
As they approach, I can make out a tall broad figure, flanked by two petite ones.
Aziz is equally beautiful as he is terrifying. His towering figure is intimidatingly muscular. His long shoulder-length dark hair, so similar to mine, flowing in the gentle breeze. His icy blue eyes stand out against his dark olive skin. His mouth is pulled into a cocky grin as he stares a
