"I want you to promise me something," Mikhail said. I shook my head before he proceeded, knowing what he wanted would be too different from what I wanted.
"No. There is no way I am leaving you to fight alone." I shook my head again, but he would not listen. I saw it in his eyes. Determination. Resolve. He made up his mind and would not let me fight this fight. He would not let me but I did not need his permission.
"This is my battle."
"It is more of my battle than it is yours." My teeth clenched tight. The wind whistled in the distance. The cold bit into my skin, cutting my lips. I drew my coat tighter around myself, clenching down on my quivering lips.
"Your battles are mine." His eyes looked dull in the cold. "You will obey me in this," He declared, but I would not.
"You promised
