‘I hate the water,’ Wolf whined as Winter crashed to the ground once again.
‘I know. So do I.’
‘Then why-’
‘Because it makes Aether happy,’ he interrupted.
Aether again had to help Winter up, and he scowled as he tasted the saline in his mouth. Margret came over with a bright smile as she stood beside Winter to watch the rest swim and splash around. “Are your eyes real?”
“Yes, they are.”
“And your hair?”
“Also real.”
“Your eyes are beautiful; they’re so blue and clear.”
“Thank you.”
“They really do look like the ocean,” she whispered.
“Excuse me?” he asked, c*****g his head as he looked up at the woman, and she smiled down at him.
“Oh, sorry. Aether was talking about his precious person.”
Winter felt the heat rush to his face, but he cleared his throat. “I see.”
“He said they
