“Okay…” Bridget took several deep breaths. Then she took several more. Then she got a drink of water, drank it, and took several more deep breaths. Only then did she turn to look at Khait. “Let’s set a few more ground rules.”
“Sharks.” Abigail was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall as though shell-shocked.
“I am uncertain —” Khait started shaking his head.
“One…” Bridget held up a hand to stop him from talking. “Street lights. Do not alter them in any way.”
“Yes, mistress.” He nodded.
“Two…” She took a deep breath. “When I say I wish someone would go away, it is a rhetorical statement. Do…” She exhaled. “Not teleport them anywhere. Especially not anywhere they may be endangered.”
“Even if they attempt to take liberties with your person?” Khait raised an eyebrow.
“He grabbed my ass.” She shook her head. “That’s the kind of thing you punch someone for. Teleporting them to the arctic circle is not okay.” She hesitated a moment, then sighed. “Even if it was a little bit funny.” She shook her head. “It’s still not okay.”
“I…” Khait shrugged. “Yes, mistress.”
“Three. Do not change my grades.”
“You wanted an A.”
“Bridget, don’t you think your priorities are a little —”
“I will get to it, Abigail.” Bridget sighed. “I wanted an A. But it’s my responsibility to get one. I don’t learn anything when you go in and change my grades. Don’t do it.” She glanced at Abigail. “Don’t change Abigail’s either.”
“Four…” Bridget stood there a moment, trying to put the words together properly. Then she just started shaking her head. “Why the hell did you put sharks in the swimming pool? It’s a shark. Swimming pool. People swim in pools so they don’t have to worry about sharks. If they wanted to swim with sharks here is an ocean like twenty miles that way —” She pointed.
“It is that way.” Khait pointed in a different direction.
“Irrelevant! You don’t put sharks in pools!” She stared at him. “Why did you put the sharks in the pool?”
“The little girl wanted to see them. She gave me ice cream.”
“You…” Bridget blinked. “What?”
“Ice cream. It is a frozen dairy thing with sugar and —”
“I know what ice cream is!”
“Oh.” Khait nodded. “She was too small to go in the cage to see sharks, and it made her very sad. She likes sharks.”
“So you put sharks in the pool so a little girl could see them.” Bridget ran a hand down her face.
“She gave me ice cream.” Khait nodded.
“That is simultaneously one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen…” Abigail was trying not to laugh. “And the worse nightmare I’ve ever experienced.”
“No sharks in pools.” Bridget felt her own lips trying to twitch into a smile.
“You know, you could have gone with smaller sharks.” Abigail leaned back. “Like nurse sharks or something. That way she could have touched them.”
“Abigail…” Bridget all but growled her friend’s name.
“Those wouldn’t have eaten her stepfather.” Khait shrugged. “Bull sharks are —”
“Wait.” Bridget held up a hand. “What’s this about eating a stepfather?”
“Khait…” Abigail was staring at him in horror. “Did the sharks actually eat someone?”
“Well, no.” Khait frowned.
“He got out of the pool too fast. I had to get a tiger.”