Chapter 151: cross-legged
It had been hours since Kael left the Haven for some errands, leaving Freya and Rhea alone in the dimly lit living room, the television’s glow casting flickering shadows across their faces.
Freya lounged on the couch, her cyan t-shirt and navy pants rumpled, her platinum-cyan hair spilling over her shoulders.
She yawned, her blue eyes half-lidded with boredom, her sapphire necklace glinting faintly.
Rhea, in her white tank top and black pants, sat cross-legged, her crimson hair bouncing as she leaned toward the screen, engrossed in a colorful cartoon where a spunky hero dodged exploding pies.
thud! thud! thud!
The Haven’s quiet hum was shattered by a sudden outburst from Tila’s room.
"Open the fucking door you rats!" Tila’s voice roared, punctuated by heavy bangs against the wood. "You bastards, let me out, or I’ll tear this place apart!" Her curses grew louder, a string of venomous threats—"I’ll rip your throats out! You’ll bleed for this! I will mince your meat!" thud thud thud "Your screams will feed my soul! I’ll break your bones to a thousand pieces!" —each word dripping with unhinged fury.
Rhea’s amber eyes flicked toward the door, her lips curling into a scowl.
"She’s being too damn loud," she muttered, cracking her knuckles. "Give me a minute, and I’ll shut her up for good."
Freya’s hand shot out, her voice calm but firm. "No need for that. You’ll just piss off Kael. I will take care of it."
She stretched her arm toward Tila’s door, her fingers curling slightly. Ice crackled, spreading over the door like frost on a winter morning, sealing the gaps with a shimmering layer that muffled Tila’s yells to a faint hum.