I dumped a pitcher of water over his head, laughing and leaning back into Laszlo's chest as Conall choked and huffed. He glared at me from one brilliant green eye, the other shrouded in soaked hair, and then shook his head vigorously. I squealed and Laszlo drew me back, using me as a shield against the spray. The fire hissed and spit, steam rising, and I let out a bright laugh as Conall slapped his hair back from his face, grinning at me.
