Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 25: Freya 2

The kitchen still rang with the clatter of breakfast plates as Kael and Rhea shoved back from the table, bellies full but joints creaking like old hinges.

Kael stretched first, rolling his shoulders until the bruises along his jaw pulsed a dull ache—souvenirs from yesterday's dust-ups. He cracked his knuckles with a satisfying pop, shaking out the stiffness.

Rhea mirrored him, yawning loud enough to wake the dead, her spine twisting as her t-shirt shifted over baggy pajama pants. Crimson hair swung wild, a chaotic halo around her smirking face.

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The workers were done, cleaning up the mess and had patched the doors and walls neatly. The Haven looked alive and welcoming again.

Their eyes met—his hazel sparking with purpose, hers amber and narrowed in grudging agreement. No words needed. They headed for Freya's room, boots and bare feet scuffing the Haven's cracked tiles in a messy rhythm.

Kael's mind snagged on the door ahead—solid wood, no peephole. Idiot, he cursed himself. Should've carved a slot to peek through, check if Freya was crouched by the hinges, ready to spring like a coiled trap.

Too late now. He squared his shoulders, hand gripping the knob tight. If she pounced, he'd meet her head-on—same as always. He had Rhea on his side for insurance.

The lock twisted with a sharp click, slicing through the Haven's low hum. Kael nudged the door open slow, muscles tensed for a blur of platinum-cyan hair and icy fists.

Nothing.

Just Freya, perched on her cot like a queen on a throne, back ramrod-straight against the gray wall. Her cold blue eyes snapped to them as light spilled in, piercing and unyielding. That split lip—still bruised from Liss's knuckles—curved into the faintest smirk as they stepped inside.

Kael kept his stance loose, ready to dodge, while Rhea trailed him, her vibe souring fast. Freya's mature air hit her like a slap—damn near the same age, yet here was the Ice Queen, sitting all poised and regal.

It grated Rhea's nerves raw, her teeth clenching as she lingered by the door. Freya's gaze locked on Kael first, steady as a blade. Her voice cut the quiet, low and deliberate. "What's your twisted game, locking people up like this? Could've tossed me in a prison cell and skipped the drama."

The door thudded shut behind them, sealing the tension in tight. Kael met her stare, voice level as he started with her name.

"Freya, how you holding up? Cooled off yet?" A calm probe, testing the waters. Her reply came fast—frost-wrapped and chilling.

"I'd love to freeze you solid, then ram an icicle through your heart while you watch, eyes wide and helpless." Flat, emotionless, her mask didn't crack. The creepy calm of it sent a shiver slithering up Kael's spine.

Rhea stiffened beside him, amber eyes narrowing to slits, but Freya didn't spare her a glance—just kept that icy lock on Kael. He exhaled slow, forcing a grin as he leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest.

"Fair enough, I get it," he said, empathy smoothing his tone. "You're pissed—makes sense. But you're here to shift gears, change the road you're on. Talk to me, make it easy, and it'll go quick. Maybe you'll even ditch that villain skin for something decent."

He tilted his head, hazel eyes glinting with challenge and a flicker of hope, hunting for a fracture in her frost. Freya's lips twitched—sharp, bitter—and she leaned forward, platinum hair catching the dim bulb's flicker.

"You're dreaming, Kael," she said, her tone slicing his words to ribbons. "That day's never coming. Villainy's in my blood—always has been. The perks? Cash rolling in, no chains, living free on my terms. Why trade that for your redemption fairy tale?"

Kael's grin held, but his eyes tightened as he pushed off the wall, closing the gap. "Perks are sweet till they sour," he fired back, voice firming. "Money's great till you're bleeding out in an alley, forgotten. Freedom's nice till it's just you and a cage—here or a cell, your pick."

Freya's smirk didn't flinch, her blue eyes icing over as she sat back, crossing her legs like she ruled the room.

"Cages don't scare me," she said, smooth and cutting. "I've slipped tighter ones. You think your talks and locks will flip me? Chaos is my fuel—it's who I am."

He opened his mouth to push back, but she waved a hand—sharp, dismissive. "Save it. You're boring me." Rhea broke her silence with a loud, theatrical yawn, stretching her arms high, t-shirt riding up to flash her midriff. Both heads swiveled her way. Kael pointed a finger at her, grin widening.

"Take Rhea here," he said, voice lifting. "She rolled in days ago—violent as hell, ready to torch me and this dump. Now? She's turned it around. Helped me big time last night—I owe her."

His hazel eyes flicked to Rhea, gratitude real but laced with a tease. She froze mid-yawn, amber eyes popping wide before slitting narrow, a blush creeping up her neck.

"Don't get it twisted," she snapped, jabbing a finger back. "I like you a little, okay? That's why I haven't killed you—or let anyone else try. Doesn't mean I'm your damn project, so wipe that grin off."

Freya's gaze slid to Rhea, her smirk curling venomous as she leaned forward on the cot. "Look at you, Rhea—weak little brat turned Kael's loyal mutt," she sneered, each word a barb dripping disdain. "Trailing him, tail wagging. Pathetic." Rhea's blush burned off, rage flaring hot as her amber eyes blazed. "Say that again, you icy bitch!" She lunged, a snarl tearing free, fist swinging for Freya's smug face.

Freya dodged smooth, striking back—her fist clipped Rhea's shoulder as they crashed together. Fists flew, hair tangled—Rhea's wild swings clashing with Freya's precise jabs. The cot screeched under their thrashing. Kael cursed low, diving in—boots thudding as he snagged Rhea's arm, hauling her back before she could land another blow. "Enough!" he barked, voice rough, dragging her toward the door as she kicked air, still snarling.

Freya sat back, brushing platinum strands from her face, smirk intact despite a fresh red mark blooming on her cheek. Kael shoved the door wide, pulling Rhea out, and shot Freya a last look. "Think about what I said," he said, hazel eyes steady, tone hard.

"We'll talk later—your move." The door slammed, lock clicking tight, trapping her icy glare inside. Rhea shook off his grip in the hall, fuming, as the Haven's hum swallowed the chaos.

What's she planning behind that frosty face? Kael wondered, rubbing his neck. This wasn't over—not by a long shot.