Kael woke in the dim morning light, his body sandwiched between Freya and Rhea, their limbs tangled over him like a living heavy blanket.
Freya's platinum-cyan hair spilled across his chest, her breath cool against his skin, while Rhea's crimson locks tickled his neck, her warmth radiating like a furnace.
Their legs intertwined with his, pinning him to the bed.
He lay still, his hazel eyes flickering with focus as he activated his empathetic resonance, a subtle pulse of his power soothing their minds, keeping them in a deep sleep.
He needed to slip away unnoticed—if either of them wakes up, then he wouldn't get to do what he was about to do now.
Carefully, he disentangled himself, easing Freya's arm off his shoulder and sliding out from under Rhea's leg, his movements silent.
He grabbed his jeans and t-shirt from the floor, dressing quickly, his stun baton clipped to his belt.
Kael stepped into the hallway, and knocked softly on Lila's door before opening it.
