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Lissa took the brunt of it, but I still yelped as icy water landed on my hair and neck. A few
others squealed nearby too, having caught the edge of the mini-avalanche.
"You okay?" I asked her. Her coat was drenched, and her platinum hair clung to the sides of her
face.
"Y-yeah," she said through chattering teeth.
I pulled off my coat and handed it to her. It had a slick surface and had repelled most of the
water. "Take yours off.”
"But you'll be—”
"Take this.”
She did, and as she slipped on my coat, I finally tuned into the laughter that always follows
these situations. I avoided the eyes, instead focusing on holding Lissa's wet jacket while she
changed.
"Wish you hadn't been wearing a coat, Rose," said Ralf Sarcozy an unusually bulky and plump
Moroi. I hated him. "That shirt would have looked good wet.”
"That shirt's so ugly it should be burned. Did you get that from a homeless person?”
I glanced up as Mia walked over and looped her arm through Aaron's. Her blond curls were
arranged perfectly, and she had on an awesome pair of black heels that would have looked
much better on me. At least they made her look taller, I'd give her that. Aaron had been a few
steps behind us but had miraculously avoided being nailed by the slush. Seeing how smug she
looked, I decided there'd been no miracles involved.
"I suppose you want to offer to burn it, huh?" I asked, refusing to let her know how much that
insult bugged me. I knew perfectly well my fashion sense had slipped over the last two years.
"Oh, wait—fire isn't your element, is it? You work with water. What a coincidence that a bunch
just fell on us.”
Mia looked as if she'd been insulted, but the gleam in her eyes showed that she was enjoying
this way too much to be an innocent bystander. "What's that supposed to mean?”