"Why do you have that?"
Tila's eyes locked onto the cookie in Kael's hand, her sharp features twisting with suspicion, her black hair falling messily around her face, the power-suppressing collar glinting under the room's dim bulb.
Kael raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement, the cookie dangling casually between his fingers.
"What? It's a cookie. I want to eat it. What's the big deal?" He tilted his head, his grin teasing. "You want it or not?"
Tila's glare sharpened, her lips pressing into a thin line, her bound hands straining against the handcuffs securing her to the bed's metal frame.
She knelt before him, her body tense, her ankles cuffed to the bed's leg, her defiance unbroken despite her vulnerable position.
After a long pause, her voice dropped, cold and accusing. "You know it. Did you come back for revenge?"
Kael's grin faded, his hazel eyes narrowing, confusion flickering across his face.
"Revenge? What're you talking about?"
