Kael woke up with a groan, his back screaming in protest. Sleeping on the hard floor had left him sore all over.
"Tskk...Tsk....Staying in a comfortable villa had made my body accommodate to luxury."
He sat up, rubbing his neck, and glanced around at the cracked walls and worn-out furniture. "Shit... Frost's financial situation is worse than I thought," he muttered.
Just as he was about to stand, he froze. Lyria stood by the door, her crimson eyes unreadable. "What the hell are you doing here so early?" he asked, frowning.
"I brought a warm towel and some necessities," she said simply. Before he could refuse, she moved swiftly, pressing a hot towel against his face. The warmth was oddly soothing, making his tense muscles relax for a moment.
Kael's brows furrowed. Lyria was always efficient at her job, but this was the first time she was being proactive. Usually, she waited for him to bark orders before moving. "What's going on with you?" he asked, staring at her.
