Aria Amethyst’s Point of View
The cool water lapped against my skin as I stepped off the wooden dock, toes sinking into the soft sand beneath the surface. Blue was already waist-deep, floating lazily with his arms behind his head, grinning like the world had just handed him every single happiness it had.
“You came!” he called, voice playful, eyes sparkling.
“I didn’t come to watch you float around like a cat on vacation,” I retorted, rolling up my sleeves and wading in. “I came to—”
Before I could finish, he suddenly darted forward and splashed me.
“Blue!” I shrieked, sputtering as the water soaked my hair and dripped down my face. “That was uncalled for!”
“Uncalled for?” he echoed, circling me like a mischievous shark. “You came into my domain—I’m just defending myself.”
I narrowed
