Xavier was the first one to step into the water, and his whole body reacted like the sea had insulted his bloodline.
"What the fuck, this water is cold as hell."
He stopped right there with both shoulders tense, staring down at the sea around his legs like it had personally betrayed him.
"My balls are freezing."
Cynthia walked past him with a flat face and no pity at all.
"You were the one saying we should get in first."
"I wanted the sea. I did not sign up for this."
Zafira stepped in a little deeper, the water rising along her thighs while she pushed her hair back over one shoulder. "You complain a lot."
Xavier turned his head toward her, offended. "I am in pain."
"You are dramatic."
Trafalgar entered after them, the cold running cleanly across his skin. Sharp, yes, but manageable. He watched Xavier standing there half-stuck between pride and self-preservation and snorted.
"You done negotiating with the water?"
