Trring trring~
click-
"Not now, Drayce!"
BOOM!
cut-
beep beep beep beep
Kael turned to Freya, his smile returning, though a flicker of tension lingered. "Harris is busy," he said, slipping the phone into his pocket. "I'll fill him in later."
Freya nodded, her blue eyes half-lidded, her body relaxed but aching.
She sat on the sofa in front of the tv, her platinum-cyan hair loose, framing her face, her near-translucent skin glowing despite the bruises and cuts from her fight with the bear-woman.
Bandages clung to her cheek, arm and thigh, patched up by Kael, who stood nearby.
The collar that usually hummed around her neck was gone—Kael had removed it after they returned back to the Haven, trusting her regenerative abilities to heal her faster without its suppression.
She shifted, wincing slightly, and stood, her voice soft but determined.
"I'll cook lunch," she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her movements graceful despite the slight pain.
