But then she paused, her mind racing.
If Kael was that bad, why were Freya and Rhea still here?
They could bolt, torch the Haven, or snap Kael's neck with ease.
Yet they stayed, joking, kissing him, buying him cars.
Were they lying? Exaggerating to mess with her? Or was there a half-truth buried in their taunts?
Lila had seen Kael at the massage parlor, his hands professional even when trophy wives and rich milfs begged for more, their eyes pleading for him to cross lines.
He never did, not once, his restraint ironclad despite their vulnerability.
Her thoughts spiraled, doubt clashing with fear.
Why is his clientele always them.
He likes to watch them beg for it, edge them?
Oh my god,
Kael is a pervert. The statement lodged in her mind, refusing to budge.
"Turn the car around," Lila said, her voice sharp, her hands clenching her gown. "I'm going back to the Haven."
