Chapter thirty six
“Echo?”
“I f*****g hate life” is my response to Lucifer as I fall face first onto the bed.
“What happened?” He questions.
“THEWATER’SAFUCKINGBITCH!”
“Woah, slow down.”
Why does he have to tell me to calm down? He’s a god, kind of, so he should know this!
“The water has two parts. The energy, and the actual water.”
“I know, Echo.”
“Shut up and let me talk!” I snap at him. He puts his hands out in front of him in a conciliatory motion.
“Okay,” I continue while starting to strip out of my wet clothes, “So the energy itself liked me and wanted to listen to me, but the water was being a jerk! It kept pulling me in and doing the opposite of what I was asking!” I accentuate my point by motioning to my sopping wet dress that I’m currently tossing in the hamper.
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