WILLA
A fucking mallard duck had sprayed us.
The iridescent green-headed bird quacked angrily, its feathers fluttering wildly in the wind as it flapped and splashed more water our way.
It started toward us again.
I wheezed, sputtering and trying to dodge the next icy deluge.
"What the hell?!" I shouted.
Kol quickly got to his feet, yanked me up off the ground, and raced toward the edge of a thick flowering hedge. We ducked behind it, breathing hard.
"I shouldn't have brought you here," Kol muttered, looking at my soaked body. My hair was plastered to my face, and my elegant dress was partly muddy from where we had hit the ground.
There was no way I could return to the party looking like I had been dragged through hell and back.
Besides, I was far more curious about the tone of his voice and why he shouldn't have brought me here than about the party itself.
