With casual steps, she walked down the wooden corridor toward the guest room where Kael was supposedly sleeping.
The door was half-open. She pushed it with her foot and entered without a sound.
There he was, Kael, her brother-in-law, sprawled on a modest wooden cot, a simple blanket beneath him. His chest rose and fell slowly, evenly. If not for the strain on his face and the faint sheen of sweat over his brow, one might mistake him for simply napping.
Athena tilted her head.
"Well, well," she muttered, a low whistle escaping her lips. "Now that's a fine specimen Mother got for you all."
Shiera, who had quietly followed her in, furrowed her brows. "Sister…"
But her older sister stepped closer anyway, crouching beside the cot with an inspecting gaze, her golden eyes faintly glowing as she activated her ocular powers, capable of reading internal muscle structure.
