Just for his cheek she should shove him in. But Remy only gave her an impish smile before jumping, breaking through the surface of the water effortlessly; as if he expected it to part for him and it could only oblige. Irene almost stamped her foot in frustration. She could swim decently; at first she had ended up flailing dementedly in the water like a baby duckling. Years of observing and retracing and copying had served her well in this instance, making sure she was a quick study and could dart through the water seamlessly. But diving?

She was back being a demented baby duck.

“Teach me to do that!” She demanded, pointing at the water as he resurfaced.

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