The sudden sensation jolted their focus.
"Ah!" Rhea's shriek pierced the steamy air of Kael's bathroom, a raw, desperate sound that echoed off the tiles, her hips twitching, her hands nearly slipping from the tub.
Freya bit back a moan, her body trembling as she suppressed her own reaction, but her breath heaved, her white bra straining against her chest, her icy hand trembling, a faint moan escaping her lips, finally.
The bathtub's water churned, the temperature spiking wildly—96 degrees Celsius, the surface bubbling as Rhea's heat surged out of control.
On Freya's, a block of ice formed, cover her hand like a glove, freezing a patch of the water solid.
Kael's voice cut through the chaos, calm but firm.
"The temperature is at 96 degrees. Get it together."
Freya's blindfolded face snapped toward Rhea, her voice sharp with frustration. "What the hell, Rhea? You're out of control!"
