The brown-haired dissident shuddered when he heard the Ice General's voice reverberating through the hallway, dry ice smoke spreading through the room.
Only then did Mick's anger management problem calm down, allowing him to thoroughly regret his decisions. He gulped, awaiting his fate.
A beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde in black tactical gear walked into the room. While she looked like a typical college teen, the very sight of her created a suffocating environment. No one could breathe as she walked through the throngs of exhausted soldiers approaching the dissident table.
Before the man could process the situation, the Ice Demon was standing before him.
"Just to make sure I understand your argument, you're saying that Immortal Skye needs you and thus we should treat you like normal soldiers." Evalyn said dryly, "Is that correct?"
Mick felt cold sweat drop down in shoulder blades when she addressed him. "Yes, mam. That's correct."
