Mitchell POV
"You look like absolute hell."
Leonardo did not even blink as he said it. The little runt stood by the edge of the stone terrace, his hands tucked tight behind his back, tracking my movements with those sharp, annoying eyes of his.
"Shut up and pass me another lantern," I snapped. My knuckles scraped against the rough bark of the oak tree as I hauled myself up the lowest branch. Every muscle in my back burned. A reminder of Adriel. A reminder of his fist slamming into my jaw seven days ago when I was stupid enough to challenge him over Betty.
He won. He always won. He was stronger, older, and currently the bane of my existence.
Leonardo reached into the crate, pulling out a paper lantern. "The guards are set at the perimeter. Micah, Luka, Henry, and Mick. Just like you as
