"Are you sure you know where we're going?"
"I was born and raised here, Outsider. I know each and all the cracks there is to know around the city. We—"
"Wait," as they cautiously make their way through the winding and narrow alleyways of Calydon, Rhys's heightened senses alert him to the approach of guards. He swiftly pulls Clio into the darkness; the two of them quickly hiding behind a tower of crates.
"W… what's wrong?" The princess's heart races, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the warmth radiating from Rhys's body. No men should really ever touch her—but now, her bosoms were currently touching Rhys's large and hard… torso.
"Guards," Rhys whispered into her ear, his silver eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Two of them, coming this way."
"How… do you know that?" Clio squinted her eyes which were slowly landing on Rhys's lips.
