Chapter 397:
At that instant, Amory emerged, dragging Jett by the arm.
âMr. Green.â
Rhys gave a curt nod, his eyes piercing, his demeanor that of a sovereignâregal and daunting.
He was not taken aback by Amoryâs ability to appraise the external threats and rescue Jett.
As his chosen trainee, Amory was expected to possess such discernment.
A failure here would have been a real shock.
Rhysâ eyes narrowed into a steely glare as he issued his directive.
âPatrick, take Stanton and double back the way you came.
Donât waste a second. If the situation allows, reinforce Amory.
Amory, you and Kendall secure this man and get him out of here. Once both teams cross paths, hand him over without delay. Theyâll take care of the rest from here. Keep in mind, heâs the last remaining member of Dark Night.
Coerce whatever details you can about the leadership from him.â
In perfect synchrony, the four acknowledged.
âYes!â
Amory lost no time. Right after receiving Rhysâ command, he scooped up Jett and hastened to commence their mission. On the other side, Patrick exchanged quick goodbyes with Robbie and Ritchie before hurrying away.
With a sharp gaze fixed on Rhys, Harleeâs voice dripped with frost.
âWell? Arenât you leaving?â
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Rhys faced her squarely, his demeanor showing no signs of retreat.
âNo, Iâm concerned about you.â
Amory and his team were still nearby, and snippets of Rhys and Harleeâs conversation drifted to them. This was their first glimpse into the unique dynamics between Rhys and Harlee.
They looked at each other, their expressions mirroring the unexpectedness and disbelief they felt. Seeing Rhys so open, straightforward, and tender was startling⦠It was a revelationâ¦
As Tonya glanced back at the departing figures, she noticed a reflection of her own astonishment in their eyes.
A strange sense of equilibrium washed over her. She was not the only one struggling to cope. That realization brought a small sense of relief.
Harleeâs gaze held the mysterious depth of a shadowed, ancient well.
Grudgingly admiring Rhysâ demeanor, she chose not to object this time.
Harlee marched on, her aura chillingly remote, until they confronted the murky edges of the swamp.
Her features then morphed into a mask of frosty resolve.
Turning to face Tonya and Rhys, her words sliced through the damp air, cold and precise.
âBeyond these marshes lies a narrow river, a habitat teeming with deadly arrow-poison frogs. Our crossing demands quick, lethal precision in capturing them. We must avoid their venom at all costs. Though we possess antidotes to negate the worst of the toxins, nothing can dull the searing pain that feels as though countless daggers pierce our skin.â
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