I looked up. Perched precariously on the edge of the aqueduct wall were Kaito and Marina. At four years old, they possessed the rapid growth of their merman lineage, already looking like agile six-year-olds. Their wild purple hair blew in the winter wind, their golden tiger slits narrowed to dangerous pins as they glared down at the rabbit kits.
"If we push the little fluffy ones into the stream, they will scramble like frogs," Kaito murmured.
"No," Marina corrected, her fingers gripping the stone ledge. "The stream is frozen near the bend. They will just bounce. We must wait until the sun warms the water, then we strike. The playground belongs to the Sovereign bloodline."
"If either of you drops a single kit into that water, I will personally make Thalor suspend your swimming privileges for a month," I called out, crossing my arms as I walked into the yard with Noah, Fenric, and Damar trailing close behind.
