Rhea’s POV
This time, I didn’t let Mercy make the first move. Instead, I made the first blow and my sword clashed against hers with a clang. The force of the hit sent shock waves reverberating through my arms and I just about dropped my sword. Still, I clutched it harder and
Rhea’s POVI sat in the garden and even if my body felt a little sore after all the training I had done with Mercy; I was feeling fresh. I felt calm and confident. Having my new soul bonded weapon only added to my good mood as I continued to get a vibe of affection and satisfactio
Rhea's POV"Hello Artemis," I greeted her smugly the moment she appeared in front of us.
Rhea’s POVYet again we were standing in front of another dilapidated building in a vacant street. The same team as the last time, including Adrian, Artemis and Mercy stood with me observing the building. It was crawling with so many demons that I felt like scrubbing m
Rhea’s POV The demons came at us from all directions and by the time they were close to us; we were ready for them. I shaped my power into the form of a ball and threw it at the demons coming towards me. The ball of energy rolled through the demons, scattering ashes in every dir
Rhea’s POV The mighty beast turned the demons to ashes in a single swipe of its paws. Mercy stared in shock as she saw the wolf killing the demons that were about to kill her. She seemed to realize that she had just been saved from death, and she was never even aware of the danger tha
Adrian’s POV I remembered meeting Rhea for the first time. She believed that our first meeting was at the club when I was her customer. But that was really the second time I met her. I had actually met her for the first time on the day before that …
Adrian’s POV Rhea was staring at me with an expectant expression, and I thought of where to start. I decided that I had to start from the very beginning of my existence.
Rhea’s POV I sat in my room trying to find what exactly I was feeling. My thoughts were a jumbled mess right now, and thoughts flashed in my mind with a speed that I couldn’t process. Was I angry that he hid his identity? A little… Was I sad that he had to go through everything alone