Freya was quiet now, her fingers tapping the table, her stern facade masking whatever she was thinking.
Rhea tilted her head, her amber eyes searching Kael's face, waiting for a jab from Freya that didn't come.
The silence stretched, heavy with doubt—were they even taking him seriously?
Kael's lips quirked, a hint of mischief in his expression, as if he sensed their skepticism and relished it.
"You guys ready?" he asked, his tone challenging. "Or do we need a team-building exercise first?"
Freya stood abruptly, her chair scraping the floor, her blue eyes blazing with determination. "I'm ready. Let's go now."
Rhea shot to her feet, her competitive fire flaring, her crimson hair bouncing. "I was born ready."
Kael raised a hand, his voice calm but unyielding.
"No, you're not. I need to check your synergy. I'm not risking your lives because you're impatient."
