Chapter 94: Why wait here?
Rhea eyes, their color hidden by heavy lids, flickered open, as Kael rushed to her, his voice thick with worry.
"What the hell happened to you Rhea, are you okay?" he asked, dropping to one knee, his hands hovering over her, scanning her wounds.
Her eyes met his, weak but sharp, her voice a hoarse rasp. "Where the fuck were you, Kael?" she asked, her tone biting despite her exhaustion, a spark of her fiery spirit flaring through the pain.
Kael eyes traced the gashes on her arm and leg, moderate but messy, blood seeping through torn fabric.
"Just shopping," he said, his voice steady but laced with guilt, gesturing vaguely at the bags Freya held. "Why didn’t you go to a hospital to get patched up? Why wait here?"
Rhea’s gaze hardened, her lips twisting in a grimace. "Less questions, Kael," she snapped, her voice strained but firm. "Get me inside and treat me first."
Kael nodded, his jaw tight, and fumbled for his keys, unlocking the Haven’s door with a creak.
He slid his arms under Rhea, lifting her gently, her body trembling, her torn costume scraping his jacket.
Her head rested against his chest, her breath shallow, but her eyes flicked to Freya, who stood silent, clutching the bags, her masked face unreadable.
"Hey!" Rhea said, her voice sharpening despite her state. "What are those?"
Kael glanced back, his expression strained.