EMBER’S POV

I don’t know why.

It’s childish and ridiculous and completely inappropriate given the emotional weight of the last three hours, but his face is too serious and too beautiful and too close, and my body is full of adrenaline that has nowhere to go and the water is RIGHT THERE.

The splash catches him square in the face. He blinks. Water dripping from his eyelashes. His expression cycling from shock to disbelief to something dangerous.

“Did you just—”

I splash him again.

“Ember.”

“Yes?”

“You are aware that I am a Lycan King and you just threw water in my face.”

“I’m aware. Your face was too dry....