Mic was not prone to displays of affection under the best of circumstances. But something moved her, love for him or maybe anger, she didn’t know and she reached out to him. Pulling him closer, she kissed his temple. Her fear was still there but it was dulled in her worry for him.
“And what are you going to do if I run? If I leave you here? I have information, I know how to hurt them. I don’t know how to kill them yet but maybe together we have a chance.” She pulled back, suddenly mad. This shouldn’t be happening, not now. “This is what I do. I fight and I’m not leaving.”
A tear sprinted down his cheek as she kissed his temple. She had a point. They’d find her and Lock. They won’t stop until satisfied. It scared him that he did not fear death, that he was so willing to walk into its embrace. Why would he when he had so much left unquestioned? When his life was finally taking a turn towards the better? When he could experience such happiness with Mic. So much unspoken. So much to unravel.
He weakened them alone. He chased them away. What if he had help? Two against one collective body. Mic was a powerful demon, and he? Average for a warlock, but average was enough. Leo didn’t know how but she got his head churning with battle plans and military strategy. He was a fighter, too. “Tell me about this information ye found,” he said at last. “‘F you’re to be a fool, y'going to need help."
