"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.
