“Please,” he scoffed, flicking his fingers at the surface, sending a small wave toward her. “If I wanted a storm, you’d already be underwater.”

She stared at him for a second before suddenly lunging forward.

Water crashed between them as Cleopatra shoved him beneath the surface.

Spencer’s muffled protest bubbled up through the pool before he shot back up, hair plastered across his forehead.

“You’re dead,” he declared.

Cleopatra laughed, already swimming away as he chased after her. The two of them splashed wildly across the pool, their playful shouts echoing off the stone walls.

At one point Spencer caught her wrist, pulling her back just as she tried to...