Chapter 239: narrowed
Kael grinned, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "Well, I support the cause. But if you keep feeding us shoe-leather stew, the revolution’s gonna be short-lived."
Liss narrowed her eyes, her smirk sharp. "You want to eat or get punched?"
"I’d like to survive breakfast, if that’s still on the menu," Kael said, his hazel eyes sparkling.
They both chuckled, the sound warm, easing the tension, the kitchen’s hum a soft backdrop. Kael’s gaze softened, his voice gentle. "Look, Freya can still cook. But if you want to learn, stand next to her. Watch her. She’s scary good at it. You’ll pick it up in no time."
Liss sighed, reluctant, her blue eyes flickering, her bun swaying as she leaned against the counter. "Fine. But only if she lets me cook beside her. I’m not just gonna sit and take notes like some apprentice."
"Deal," Kael said, his grin widening, his hazel eyes warm.
She leaned in slightly, her hand brushing his, their fingers grazing, a spark of warmth in the contact. Their faces were inches apart, lips parting, the air between them charged, their breaths mingling—
Footsteps.
They pulled back just as Rhea stepped into the kitchen, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes narrowing suspiciously at the two of them, her hoodie unzipped, revealing a fitted tank top that hugged her curves. "Is breakfast ready or what?" she asked, her voice sharp, her gaze flicking between them.
"Yes, it will be soon," Kael and Liss said in unison, their voices overlapping, a shared rhythm that caught them off guard.
They looked at each other, then burst into laughter, the sound bright, cutting through the kitchen’s tension, their eyes sparkling with shared amusement.