Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 245: know

Kael didn’t argue, his hazel eyes softening, a mix of apology and understanding in his gaze as he met hers. "I know," he said quietly, his voice steady.

Harris let out a thoughtful hum, setting down his cup with a soft clink. "Alright. I’ll dig. No promises, but I’ll get you whatever I can."

Kael stood, extending his hand, his hazel eyes firm. "Thanks."

Harris shook it, his grip steady, his voice low. "Stay alive, Drayce. You’ve got enough going on without a war behind your back."

Liss and Kael walked out of the café, the city’s noise folding over them like a thick, buzzing curtain, car horns and chatter blending into a familiar hum.

Kael crumpled his empty lemon tea bottle and lobbed it into a nearby trash can without looking, the plastic thudding softly. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Liss was still slurping hers, the paper straw squeaking occasionally as they moved side by side, her hoodie shifting with each step.

After a few quiet steps, Liss spoke, her voice low, her sunglasses glinting. "You sure it was a good idea asking Harris to dig into this? Snooping around someone like Reaper’s employer could get him killed."

Kael nodded, his hazel eyes scanning the bustling street. "Harris can handle himself. He’s dealt with worse."

Liss scoffed under her breath, her bun bouncing slightly. "Whatever."

They entered the mall, its bright, artificial lights washing over them, conversations echoing across glass and tile, a stark contrast to the café’s intimacy.

They approached the Movie plex entrance just as Freya and Rhea arrived from the other side, both incognito—caps low, oversized sunglasses masking their faces, casual mall outfits that hugged their curves but kept their identities hidden.

Kael waved, his hazel eyes warm, a grin spreading. "Hey."

Freya smirked, stepping forward, her platinum-cyan hair peeking from under her cap, her blue eyes glinting as she flicked a few movie tickets into his hand.

"Got these," she said, her voice sultry, teasing.

Kael examined the tickets, his hazel eyes narrowing. "What’d you pick?"

"Heartfire Rush 3: Third Time’s The Romance," Freya said with an exaggerated shrug, her blue eyes sparkling.

Kael stared at the stub, his grin twitching. "This?"

"What?" Freya teased, leaning closer, her sunglasses slipping slightly, her blue eyes gleaming. "You don’t like rom-coms?"

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes dancing with mischief. "Are you kidding? I’ve been dying to watch this. Great pick."

Freya blinked, then smiled softly, her blue eyes warming. "Told you. I know what you like."

Kael raised a brow, his voice dropping, a flirtatious edge curling his words. "Oh, really?"

She stepped closer, her body brushing his, her blue eyes glinting. "Don’t pretend you’re not predictable, Kael."

He leaned in, his hazel eyes gleaming, their faces inches apart. "Maybe I just like the attention."

Rhea coughed dramatically as she appeared beside Kael, her arms overflowing with popcorn tubs, drink cups, a nacho tray, and a questionable pile of candy, her crimson hair bouncing under her low cap, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I got the snacks," she said, beaming like a child with stolen treasure, her casual mall outfit hugging her curves despite the oversized hoodie.

Kael raised a brow, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "Subtle."

"Efficient," Rhea corrected, balancing the tray precariously as they wove through the bustling theater lobby, the hum of chatter and the scent of buttery popcorn filling the air.

"Can we go inside before they start dry-humping by the popcorn machine?"

Liss chuckled, shaking her head, her blonde bun bouncing, her blue eyes amused behind her sunglasses. "I was afraid she was gonna choose ’69 shades of a Hero’."

The four of them moved toward the ticket check, the mall’s buzz fading behind them, their laughter a fleeting shield against the danger lurking beyond.

Earlier, when Kael had mentioned meeting Harris at the mall—a public place for safety—Freya and Rhea had insisted on coming along.

"Like hell we’re letting you meet a contact alone," Freya had said, already pulling on her cap and sunglasses, her platinum-cyan hair tucked away.

"We’re not letting you die just because you like walking into trouble without backup," Rhea added, her amber eyes sharp.

Kael had relented, but with a condition: no hovering during his talk with Harris to avoid drawing attention.

So they decided to pick a movie to watch.

The movie choice hadn’t gone smoothly.

"I want to watch the new Mecha Magic movie," Rhea had insisted, her voice bright with enthusiasm.

Freya had shot her a look like she’d suggested adopting a goblin. "I’m not watching a film for eight-year-olds. We’re not wasting our time on that."

"It’s animated!" Rhea countered. "It’s for children!" Freya snapped. Kael had stepped in before security noticed the brewing argument.

"Rhea, snacks. Freya, pick the movie. Final."

Now, they were inside the theater, the lights dimming as the trailers rolled.

Kael sat between Freya and Rhea—Freya on his right, her blue eyes soft behind her sunglasses, Rhea on his left, her amber eyes glinting.

Behind them, a row higher, Liss sat with her hood up, one earbud in, her blonde bun peeking out, pretending to watch the trailers while checking the villa’s security feed on her phone, her blue eyes occasionally narrowing.

Freya wasted no time, curling up against Kael’s arm, sliding closer with a content sigh, her soft perfume—hints of honey and floral ice—wafting up as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, her fitted shirt brushing his arm.

Rhea, aggressively unbothered, dug into the snack pile like she was prepping for battle, her fingers nudging Kael’s lips with popcorn or candy without looking, her amber eyes fixed on the screen.

Kael opened his mouth automatically, chewing as he watched the rom-com unfold, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.

Liss, behind them, tried to focus on the film, but every time Freya tilted her head to kiss Kael during a sappy scene, her lips soft and lingering, or slid her hand subtly into his, their fingers intertwining, Liss’s blue eyes narrowed behind her shades.

She muttered something under her breath, her voice barely audible over the movie’s dialogue.

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