Chapter 11: Chase
Rhys’s P.O.V
"That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Yes it did," I agreed, amused.
But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy s**t!"
In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands.
"Maybe you have actually found your match, Rhys!" Zyane slapped my back before whistling at the deformed block and going back the way he came. But even though he didn't admit it out loud, I knew he was thinking that Mikalya was far more than just my match.
I circled around the def
