Lyssandra effortlessly lifted the trembling princess from the sand-covered table, her strength making the motion seem insignificant.
She placed Rosalinda gently back down on the now cleared surface, smoothing the sand away with a casual wave of her hand, leaving the smooth wooden surface beneath.
#######
It was less a series of spurts and more like a firehose unleashed, a continuous, pressurized torrent of white that painted the air, the table, the floor, and Lyssandra in sticky ropes.
And it wouldn't stop.
Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!
Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter