“No.” He peered up through his lashes. “But extreme circumstances call for extreme measures, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes. I would.”
Eyeing his kitten for a long, drawn-out moment—the only break in eye contact was the one time Niko blinked—Travis flicked his fingers at him. A quick tingling sensation shot through his hand—conjuring an element always felt a bit different than manipulating one—and from the tips of Travis’s fingers sprayed several drops of water, each of them glistening like tiny diamonds in the sun as they flew at Niko’s face. They hit. Precise and accurate, and Niko let out a startled, high-pitched meow before rapidly shaking his head and trying to rub the moisture away with the back of his hand.
“Travis!”
Travis couldn’t help laughing at Niko’s reaction. That was always priceless, even if the cost was Niko glaring at him and baring his tiny fangs in a hiss.
“Oh, come on!” Travis chuckled. “That was funny.”