They both stood silent for a beat, the weight of the realization settling over them like a storm cloud.
Then Rhea repeated, "Where's Liss?"
Freya dialed Liss's number and called her.
"Nothing?"
"She's not picking up."
Rhea crossed her arms, her posture stiffening. "That's not like her either. Liss doesn't go silent, not when it's about Kael."
Freya's gaze narrowed, her mind racing through possibilities, none of them good.
"This whole thing feels wrong, keep calling her," she said, her voice low, a thread of worry weaving through the anger.
Rhea used her phone to call Kael but his phone was in not reachable.
What the fuck!
Elsewhere...
Liss stood alone on a rooftop, the wind ruffling her jacket, tugging at the loose strands of her hair.
Her arms were crossed, one hand sparking idly with faint arcs of electricity as she stared out over the city, the skyline a jagged silhouette against the fading light.
