That was all I could do as the cyclone of water arced and tipped over. A sound that was half-shriek, half-laugh left me as the funnel came down, pelting me as if I had been caught in a heavy rainstorm. I staggered back, shoving the hair from my face. “Okay, that’s not fair.” “I know.” Grinning, I drifted closer to him. “Do it again.” Nyktos laughed. “So demanding.” But he did it again. And again.
SO SWEET
