Wet and cool water raced down her face.
The rains. They’d returned! I did it! I found the pluviophile.
The rains. They’d returned! I did it! I found the pluviophile.With this joy thundering in her heart, Simone’s eyes flapped open and she bolted to a sitting position, arms raised to collect the precious rain into her palms, and rejoice.
She wasn’t outside.
She was in a room. All around her, the space bore the brunt of hard theft and vandalism. Nothing looked familiar, except for the man leaning against the broken windowpane. The sunglasses had been pushed up into his hair, and his grim expression vanished when he met her eyes.
Spyder.
“You awake.” Something soft in his voice touched her. He put the cap back on his waterskin, tightening it.
“When you pour water on people’s face, you
