The Whistler
Aiden’s smirk softened as he caught the tension in Kinsey’s stance, the way her fists curled tight at her sides and the sharp edge to her voice when she blurted out her protest. Despite her attempt to play it cool, there was an underlying unease she couldn’t quite hide. It was enough to make him dial back the teasing, just a little.
His eyes flicked toward the murky water, then back to her. He let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair as he considered their options. “Alright,” he began, his voice quieter now, tinged with just enough seriousness to cut through the moment’s awkwardness. “If we’re going to do this together, there’s really only one way.”
He gestured toward the water with a tilt of his head before looking back at her. “You’re going to have to ride along on my back.” He paused, letting the words sink in, his lips twitching again at the inevitable reaction he was about to get. “I’ll need my arms and legs free to swim, and unless you’ve got a better plan, it’s the safest option.”
Aiden shifted his weight slightly, his hands slipping into his pockets as he gave her a pointed look, though his tone remained light. “I know it’s not exactly ideal — But unless you’ve got some hidden water-walking ability, this is how we get to the artifact.”
This was going to be awkward.