Chapter 115: We just slept together
"Then, what the hell is this, Freya?"
The first thing Kael saw was ice—a thick, shimmering barrier encasing their bed, its frosted surface glinting in the sunlight, blocking the side toward the door.
Beyond it stood Rhea, her crimson hair wild, her white tank top and black pants clinging to her scarred frame.
Her hands glowed with a low, controlled fire, carefully melting the ice without setting the room ablaze.
Her amber eyes were locked on Kael, her lips moving in a furious yell, but the ice muffled her words, rendering them silent.
Rhea stopped melting the ice the moment she saw Kael awake, her hands waving frantically, her face a mix of anger and urgency as she shouted something inaudible.
Kael sat up, his naked body exposed, the blanket pooling at his waist.
Freya moved with him, clinging to his back, her arms stretching across his chest, her fingers splaying possessively.
Her blue eyes glared at Rhea through the ice, sharp and defiant, her platinum-cyan hair framing her face like a crown.
Then, in a deliberate move, Freya tilted Kael’s jaw toward her, leaning in to press a good morning kiss to his lips.
Her lips were soft, warm, a teasing brush that lingered just long enough to spark a flicker of heat in Kael’s chest.