Time seemed to stop as the cloud of white powder exploded across Kaelen's face. For one terrifying second, I wondered if I'd made a fatal mistake. His expression was completely hidden behind the mask of flour, but his rigid posture screamed danger.
Then, ever so slowly, he raised one hand and wiped the flour from his eyes.
"Did you just..." he began, his voice dangerously quiet, "throw flour at me?"
I took a step back, bumping into the counter. "I—"
Before I could finish, Kaelen's hand shot out, grabbed the bowl of chocolate cake batter, and upended it directly over my head.
The thick, cold mixture cascaded down my hair and face, dripping onto my shoulders and spattering across my chest. I gasped, chocolate getting into my mouth.
"Now we're even," he stated, a glint in his eyes I'd never seen before.
