“Bradha, Kayd!” I swear, he was scolding me as he lifted me up, seating me on the edge but still standing in the pool. He stood between my legs, one hand gripping the back of my neck in warning, telling me to stay in place. He was careful to avoid the wound on my back, but his firm grip was all the warning I needed from him to comply. I was evidently pissing him off by refusing to let him clean me himself.