Memories

[Armal’s POV]

I stood in the corner watching the warm moment between Amya and Mykel. For all the years that I knew Mykel, I had only ever seen him either being an asshole or acting overly cocky, so seeing him be so serious and gentle with Amya was quite interesting.

"Enjoying the show?" Mykel asked, narrowing his gaze. "She’s mine."

"I have no interest in stealing Amya from you." I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I have Mia, and she is more than enough for me. Anyway, I was only thinking that you may have finally been whipped. It’s actually rather funny."

"Shut the hell up." Mykel growled, making his way to the window we had entered the room through and jumping onto the ledge. "You’re lucky that my arms are currently being occupied by Amya. Otherwise, I’d kick your ass. "

As he spoke, Mykel leapt out into the night. Making my way to the place he had just stood. I looked down and watched as the rest of our group rushed up to him to get the details about the fight. Of course they wouldn’t sta