Rhys wanted to argue, to rush to Jack's aid despite the command.
However, a certain quality in those yellow eyes gave him pause. It was not precisely fear, but rather an acknowledgment that defiance would be profoundly ill-advised.
'Who is this person?' Rhys thought desperately. 'And why does Jack need to fight alone? If he's in danger, if those two are as strong as they appear, why would anyone prevent assistance unless...'
The implications crystallized unless this was a test.
Whoever this mysterious figure was, he wanted to see what Jack could accomplish without intervention.
Jack couldn't see the man's face from his position or make out details through the rain and distance.
Warren's deep blue eyes clinically assessed Jack's location. "Stop fooling around, Mira. Take this seriously. He's not like the past Soul Wardens we've hunted. This one actually knows how to fight."
