Rhea's amber eyes softened, her voice low, trembling with emotion.
"I get it," she muttered, her cheek still pressed to his shoulder. "I don't trust people either."
Freya nodded, her hand slipping down to rest against Kael's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
"But we're not people," she said, her voice soft but fierce. "We're yours."
Those words, spoken so simply, hit Kael harder than any blow, a tidal wave of emotion crashing through him, his hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I don't want to lose either of you," he whispered, his voice breaking, raw with fear and love.
"Then stop making us feel like we're already gone," Freya replied, her voice trembling, her blue eyes fierce with conviction.
Kael exhaled, long and trembling, reaching for her, his hands shaking.
Freya leaned into his arms, her platinum-cyan hair spilling across his shoulder, as Rhea shifted closer, wedging herself between his thigh and the couch, her crimson hair brushing his arm.
