Freya's lips curved into a smile, but her blue eyes softened, her voice gentle. "That's okay, Kael. It's just another reason you need me around. I'll drive you wherever you need to go. No worries."
Kael's face lifted, his hazel eyes meeting Freya's, a flicker of relief easing his tension. "That sounds better," he said, his grin returning, softer now. He glanced at Rhea, his tone teasing. "I'll only ride when Freya's driving, not you."
"What? Why?" Rhea's amber eyes flashed, her hands planting on her hips, her crimson hair bouncing with indignation. "I'm a professional driver!"
"Oh, really?" Kael asked, his grin sharpening, his hazel eyes glinting. "You got a license to prove it?"
Rhea's mouth opened, then snapped shut, her amber eyes darting away as if he'd hit a nerve. "They… don't give licenses to professional drivers," she said, sticking to her story, her voice defiant but shaky.
"Sure," Kael said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, his grin widening.
