Chapter 116: barely edible
The clatter of plates and the hum of the coffee maker had faded, the breakfast table was now cleared, its surface wiped clean as Kael was about to start with the mission briefing.
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Fifteen minutes earlier
The kitchen had been a battlefield of voices, Freya’s sharp tongue slicing through Rhea’s efforts with relentless mockery.
Freya, dressed in a fitted cyan t-shirt and dark navy pants that hugged her curves perfectly, had leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with mischief as she poked at Rhea’s cooking.
"These eggs are barely edible, Rhea," Freya said, her voice dripping with disdain as she speared a forkful, her lips curling. "Did you cook them with your fire? Tastes like ash."
Rhea, her crimson hair bouncing as she leaned across the table, her white tank top stretching over her toned frame, shot back, "Keep complaining, icy, but I don’t see you spitting it out. Maybe you like the taste of my ash."
Freya’s smirk widened, her fork pausing mid-air.
"I’m just being polite. Someone has to eat this... whatever it is. Toast’s burnt too, by the way. Surprise, surprise."
"Polite?" Rhea snorted, amber eyes narrowing as her scarred hands curled around her coffee mug. "Funny coming from someone who finds fault with everything. Don’t like it? Make your own damn breakfast next time."
Freya popped a piece of toast into her mouth, chewing deliberately, her blue eyes never leaving Rhea’s.