"Your grace, wait, I didn't—"
Ivan never got to finish. With a sharp flick of Adam's wrist, the waters of the little lake answered. Water surged upward in a violent spiral, twisting and coiling into thick, glistening ropes that snapped around Ivan's limbs and torso. One moment he was standing ankle-deep in the shallows, the next he was airborne, suspended like a poorly behaved puppet at the mercy of a furious god.
Then—
SPLASH.
He was dragged under, and bubbles erupted violently on the surface as his limbs thrashed beneath the water.
Adam stood at the edge of the lake, chest rising and falling, his fingers slightly curled as if gripping something invisible. His eyes burned bright, volatile, and almost unrecognizable.
He yanked his hand upward and Ivan burst out of the water, coughing, sputtering, and gasping for breath.
"Have you no shame Ivan?!" Adam's voice cracked through the cavern, echoing off the stone walls like a thunderclap. "Does your lewdness know no bounds?!"
