Chapter 237: intensity
Kael stirred awake in his own bed, the sheets faintly warm beside him, the only trace of Liss’s presence from their night of electric surrender.
His hazel eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep, piecing together the quiet transfer—she must have carried him back in the early morning, before Freya or Rhea could catch them tangled in her bed.
The villa’s silence was a fragile shield, the faint scent of lavender and sweat clinging to him, a reminder of their shared intensity.
He stretched, his muscles groaning, the weight of the day ahead buzzing in his mind.
He needed to check on the twins, see if anyone had embraced their maid role or were still plotting rebellion, but more urgently, it had been too long since he’d connected with Freya or Rhea.
Their fiery and frosty presences were vital, and he couldn’t afford to let them drift.
Pulling on a black shirt and his usual pants, Kael opened the door, only to find Rhea standing just outside, shifting on her feet, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes smoldering with frustration.
She wore a fitted tank top that hugged her curves, her breasts subtly outlined, her posture tense.
"Good morning, Rhea," Kael said, cocking a brow, his hazel eyes scanning her. "Something wrong?"
She didn’t answer immediately, her amber eyes flickering, then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him tightly, burying her face against his chest, her breath warm through his shirt.
"I want out of this place," she murmured, her voice sharp with frustration, her body pressed close, her breasts brushing him.