`Rhea? She is going to die.`
"What? What do you mean by that?" Kael's voice cracked with urgency, his hazel eyes wide—a storm of confusion and dread swirling beneath.
Freya tilted her head slightly, platinum-cyan strands shifting with the movement. She regarded him with an expression that might as well have been a sigh in human form.
Why are you so surprised?
Her blue eyes glinted—mocking, unreadable, faintly amused. "Wait. Did you really think she'd turn into a superhero just because you said so?" A smirk tugged at her lips. "Ain't someone getting too high on themselves?"
The words landed like a knife to the ribs, sharp and deliberate. She lounged back against the headboard, effortless in her authority, a queen toying with a misguided subject.
Kael didn't bite back. Didn't even breathe for a moment. His lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line, his silence its own demand.
