Rhea and Kael exchanged a glance, and he caught the unspoken question in her eyes:
What kind of black magic did you pull on her?
Kael's smile was awkward, deflecting, as he sat beside Freya, Rhea taking the chair opposite.
The air felt thick, charged with unspoken rivalries.Kael broke the silence, forcing cheer.
"Freya made dinner. Smells amazing, right?"Rhea's eyes scanned the dishes, her smirk sharp. "So, Ice Queen, which ones did you poison? Gotta know what to avoid."
Freya's smile was warm, unfazed, but her words cut back. "Poison's too weak for pests like you Rhea. I'd need pesticides to get rid of you."
Kael shifted, the awkwardness palpable, like static before a storm. "So, Rhea, how was your day?" he asked, desperate to steer the conversation.
Rhea leaned back, her amber eyes glinting with pride.
