Chapter 42: What do you mean by that?
`Rhea? She is going to die.`
"What? What do you mean by that?" Kael’s voice cracked with urgency, his hazel eyes wide—a storm of confusion and dread swirling beneath.
Freya tilted her head slightly, platinum-cyan strands shifting with the movement. She regarded him with an expression that might as well have been a sigh in human form.
Why are you so surprised?
Her blue eyes glinted—mocking, unreadable, faintly amused. "Wait. Did you really think she’d turn into a superhero just because you said so?" A smirk tugged at her lips. "Ain’t someone getting too high on themselves?"
The words landed like a knife to the ribs, sharp and deliberate. She lounged back against the headboard, effortless in her authority, a queen toying with a misguided subject.
Kael didn’t bite back. Didn’t even breathe for a moment. His lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line, his silence its own demand.
Freya arched a brow. Something in her expression shifted—not quite mocking anymore. A flicker of curiosity.
"I thought you did that on purpose."
Kael blinked. "What?" The word came out quieter, the first trace of doubt creeping in.
Freya shrugged, nonchalant, twisting the knife without breaking a sweat. "I don’t know. Maybe she was becoming a pain, so you made someone else clean up your mess."