Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 107 - 73 degrees

Rhea’s hands glowed faintly, a soft heat radiating as the water began to warm, tiny bubbles forming at the edges. Freya’s fingers shimmered with frost, countering the rising temperature, the water settling into a steady warmth. The thermometer flickered—73 degrees, 74. 75. 76, holding steady.

"You’re heating too much," Freya said, her voice clipped, her eyes flicking to Rhea. "Simmer down."

Rhea’s jaw tightened, but she eased back, the glow in her hands dimming. The temperature dropped—70 degrees, stable again.

"Now you’re too low," Freya said, her tone sharp, her frost diminishing slightly.

Rhea’s amber eyes flashed, her voice rising with irritation.

"Stop bossing me around! You’re doing nothing but bitching!" Her anger spiked, her hands flaring, and the water surged to 80 degrees in an instant, steam curling upward.

Freya yanked her hands out, the sudden shift breaking their balance.

"I knew it," Freya snapped, her voice cold, her blue eyes accusing. "You’ll mess this up, Rhea."

"It’s your fault, you bitch!" Rhea yelled, leaning over the tub, her crimson hair nearly dipping into the water. "You and your damn orders!"

Kael sighed, his shoulders slumping, his voice tinged with mock disappointment.

"Guess you’re not ready. I expected better from A-class heroes." His eyes flicked between them, a challenge hidden in his gaze.

Rhea’s glare softened, her amber eyes meeting Freya’s. "Let’s try again," she said, her tone grudging but determined.

Freya stared at the tub, her lips pursed, her fingers flexing. After a moment, she nodded, her voice steady. "Fine. But stop heating when I say, Rhea. Got it?"

Rhea nodded, her smirk returning, though her eyes held a flicker of focus. "Got it."

Kael reset the thermometer, the water cooling slightly as they dipped their hands back in.

"Start," he said, his voice low, his gaze locked on them.

Rhea’s heat flowed again, gentler this time, the water warming to 70 degrees. Freya’s frost countered, precise and controlled, the temperature holding at 72.

They watched the thermometer, their breaths syncing, the room quiet save for the faint hiss of steam and the soft crackle of frost.

Freya’s voice was softer now, guiding rather than commanding. "Ease up a bit."

"Stop," Freya said, her voice crisp, the moment the temperature hit 73.

Rhea’s hands stilled, the glow fading, her heat holding steady. The water didn’t waver, the thermometer unwavering at 73 degrees.

Freya’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk, her gaze flicking to Kael, as if she’d cracked some unspoken code.

Kael leaned forward, his hazel eyes narrowing as he peered into the tub, a slow, amused smirk spreading across his face.

He saw it—Freya wasn’t cooling the water actively.

Instead, a thin, shimmering layer of ice coated her hand, insulating it from the heat of the hot water while subtly balancing Rhea’s warmth.

The water’s temperature was a perfect equilibrium, Freya’s icy touch and Rhea’s heat locking together naturally.

Rhea’s eyes flicked to Freya’s hand, catching the faint glint of ice, and her smirk returned, sharp and knowing.

"Didn’t I tell you it’s a piece of cake?" she said, her voice dripping with confidence, her amber eyes glinting as she leaned back slightly, her panties still her only cover.

The timer hit five minutes, and Kael clapped once, his grin wide.

"Done. You nailed it."

They pulled their hands from the tub, water dripping onto the floor, breathing sigh of relief.

"Now, when do we hit the sewers?" Rhea asked, her voice eager, her amber eyes blazing with the thrill of the hunt. "Tonight? I feel like roasting some rats."

"I am ready," Freya said, her tone cool but edged with excitement.

She flicked her wrist, sending a spray of water toward Rhea’s face, a playful taunt.

Rhea flinched, her glare snapping to Freya, her amber eyes flashing.

Without thinking, she grabbed the tub, water sloshing, and hurled it at Freya. "Take that, bitch!"

Kael’s hand shot up, but he was too late to stop her.

Freya chuckled, her blue eyes glinting, and with a flick of her fingers, the water froze mid-air, crystallizing into a shimmering sheet. She punched it, shattering it into a fine, powdery mist that dusted the floor.

"Nice try," she said, her smirk sharp.

Kael groaned, rubbing his temples.

"I thought you two had a moment," he said, his voice half-exasperated, half-amused, his hazel eyes flicking between them. "One second you’re a team, the next you’re at each other’s throats."

"I hate her," Rhea and Freya said in unison, their voices overlapping, their glares locking as they realized they’d spoken the same words.

They turned away, Rhea’s cheeks flushing, Freya’s lips twitching with irritation.

Kael clapped his hands, sharp and commanding.

"Now." His voice was firm, his hazel eyes hard. "That was just a warm-up to see if you could function as a team. You passed. Now for the real training before the sewer fight."

Rhea and Freya spun to face him, their voices overlapping again.

"What?" they said, their tones a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Kael’s grin turned mischievous, a spark of something wicked in his hazel eyes.

"That was just a trailer for the movie I’ve got planned," he said, his voice low, teasing. He leaned against the wall, his dark tee clinging to his lean frame, his gaze flicking between them.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, her amber gaze wary. "I don’t like that smile."

Freya’s smirk returned, her blue eyes glinting as she shot Rhea a sidelong glance. "Your panties are already dripping, slut."

"You’re the slut," Rhea barked, her voice sharp, her scarred hands balling into fists.

Kael’s voice boomed, louder this time, cutting through their bickering.

"The next time you two fight, I’m locking you in your rooms. Alone." His hazel eyes burned with authority, and they froze, their breaths heavy as they forced themselves to calm.

"Sorry, go on, Kael," Freya said, her voice smooth, her posture relaxing as she crossed her arms.

Rhea muttered, "Yeah, sorry," her tone grudging, mimicking Freya to avoid looking like the bigger jerk.

Kael nodded, his grin returning, though his eyes held a warning. freewёbnoνel.com

"The real training’s similar to the tub test, but with a few... tweaks. Follow me." He turned, leading them toward his bedroom, his steps light, that mischievous spark still dancing in his gaze.