Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 204: safest spot

Chapter 204: safest spot

Kael pulled back from Liss’s kiss, his lips tingling with her electric warmth, his chest still heaving from the Reaper’s chokehold.

The basement’s flickering lights cast jagged shadows across her face, her electric blue eyes glinting with a mix of concern and mischief.

Her blonde hair spilled over her silver-and-navy suit, the glowing suit pulsing faintly, a living storm wrapped in skin.

"Why don’t you stay at my place?" Liss murmured, her voice low, charged with an intimacy that made his pulse skip. "They’re hunting you, Kael. My house is the safest spot you’ll find."

Kael exhaled, his eyes dropping to the cracked concrete, the weight of the night pressing on his bruised shoulders. "I’ve got a team. Freya, Rhea, the twins—they’re my responsibility."

"Bring them," Liss said without missing a beat, her grin flashing like a spark. "I don’t mind a full house. All I mind is you being anywhere I can’t keep an eye on."

Kael’s brow furrowed, a flush creeping up his neck. "I’m not ready to tell them about... us."

Her grin widened, sly and knowing.

"Then let’s call it a business deal. I’ll charge you rent—hefty, overblown rent. Tell your team it’s for protection, a safehouse until the heat dies down. They won’t bat an eye, and keep hating me."

Kael hesitated, her plan clicking into place like a well-aimed bolt.

That sly grin of hers—always three steps ahead—made it hard to argue.

"Alright," he said, his voice soft but firm. "That’ll work."

Before he could say more, twin beams of piercing white light flooded the parking lot, cutting through the gloom like a blade.

Kael turned, squinting as the obsidian-black Zephyr-X9 rolled into view, its sleek frame gleaming under the hospital’s neon glow.

The engine purred low, a leashed predator, and the butterfly doors hissed open with mechanical precision.

Freya and Rhea emerged, wearing their casuals, coats on top of their usual cyan t-shirt and navy pants for Freya and white tank-top and black pants for Rhea—barely concealing their readiness for a fight.

Shades and face masks obscured their features, but their eyes burned with intent, locked on Liss as they misread the scene, Kael’s SOS ping was because of Lightning Lass?

Freya’s platinum-cyan hair peeked from her hood, her palms already glowing with a faint icy charge.

Rhea’s crimson hair flared beneath her cap, the ground cracking faintly under her boots as heat rippled around her.

"Kael!" Freya shouted, her voice sharp, cutting through the night.

"Move away from him!" Rhea’s loud command was a blade, her stance low, ready to lunge.

They launched forward, Freya’s ice coalescing into a shimmering spike, Rhea’s flames licking at her fists.

But Liss didn’t flinch.

With a fizz of electric distortion, she vanished, a blur of static and light.

In a heartbeat, she reappeared behind them, arms folded, her suit’s circuitry humming faintly.

"My, my," Liss drawled, her tone cold, her public persona snapping into place like a mask.

"What a dramatic entrance. Too bad you’re late. If I hadn’t been passing by when his heart flatlined, your precious master would be a corpse right now."

Freya and Rhea froze, their powers faltering.

Freya’s ice spike dissolved into mist, Rhea’s flames flickering out.

Liss circled them, her heels clicking on the concrete, her smile sharp and taunting.

"What kind of superpower pets are you? All that power, no timing. You don’t deserve him."

"Liss—" Kael’s voice cut through, sharp with warning, his jaw clenched as he stepped forward, his ribs aching with every move.

She ignored him, her smirk unrelenting.

"Don’t worry, girls. I kept it professional. Unless saving lives is scandalous now." Her eyes flicked to Kael, a teasing glint beneath the smugness.

"Enough," Kael snapped, his voice low, authoritative. "You’re pushing it."

Liss met his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes softened—a private apology buried in the stormlight.

Then the smugness returned, a shield for the crowd that wasn’t there.

"Fine," she said, turning toward the shadows, static crackling around her frame. "Think about my offer, Kael."

A sharp crack of electricity split the air, dust swirling in her wake, and she was gone, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and a lingering charge in the night.

Silence fell, heavy as the bruises blooming on Kael’s skin.

He sighed, the ache in his ribs flaring, his arms leaden.

Before he could turn, Rhea was on him, her arms wrapping around him in a fierce, desperate hug.

Her chin dug into his collarbone, her grip tight, like she was anchoring him to the world.

"Stupid," she muttered, her voice muffled against his chest, trembling with barely contained fear. "You’re so damn stupid."

Freya stood a step back, her fists clenched, her face pale behind her shades.

Her eyes traced the bruises on Kael’s neck, the bandages peeking from his torn coat, the signs of a fight she hadn’t been there to stop.

Her chest burned with a hollow ache—anger, guilt, helplessness.

What’s the point of power, she thought bitterly, if I can’t protect the one I care about most?

Kael tried to lift a hand, but Rhea’s grip tightened, pinning him in place.

"I’m fine now," he whispered, his voice soft, meant just for her.

"No, you’re not," Rhea shot back, her voice cracking. "You nearly died."

Freya stepped closer, her voice low, edged with steel. "Who did this?"

Kael hesitated, the weight of the name heavy on his tongue. "I... don’t know."

"Kael," Freya pressed, her tone firmer, her blue eyes piercing through her shades.

He exhaled, the truth too heavy to hold back. "...The Reaper."

Freya’s breath caught, her face draining of color.

"The Reaper? The Reaper?" Her voice trembled, a rare crack in her icy composure.

Everyone knew the name—whispered in fear, etched in blacklists, a ghost who hunted heroes and villains alike.

"Why?" she demanded, her fists tightening, frost creeping along her knuckles.

Kael opened his mouth to answer, but Rhea’s grip shifted, her arms squeezing too hard.

His balance buckled, and they collapsed to the pavement in a tangle of limbs, Kael coughing as the air was crushed from his lungs.

"Oof—Rhea—!"

He froze, feeling the damp warmth against his shoulder.

She was crying, her face buried in his chest, her body shaking with quiet sobs.

Kael’s heart twisted, his hand rising to cradle her head, fingers threading gently through her crimson hair.

"Hey..." he murmured, his voice soft, grounding. "Don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere."

"You always say that," Rhea sniffed, her voice muffled, wiping her tears on his coat. "But one day I’ll blink, and you’ll be gone. So I’m not letting you out of my sight. Ever."

Kael chuckled weakly, the sound rough but warm. "Guess I’ll have to get used to you tailing me everywhere."

"Damn right," she muttered, a faint smirk breaking through her tears.

Freya watched them, her arms slack at her sides, her chest hollow.

Rhea had claimed Kael in that moment, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

But Freya didn’t want comfort—not yet.

Her eyes burned behind her shades, a cold, unyielding resolve taking root.

Whoever did this, she thought, her fingers curling into fists, frost crackling faintly, will regret it.

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