Daphne flinched instinctively, expecting a blow to the face, but nothing happened.
"I don't think you succee―" Daphne's voice trailed off as a strange feeling began to creep up on her. It was as though she was getting soaked in seawater, and every part of her, from her heels to her stockings to her undergarments were wet.
"Do you really think I would aim straight at you, in full view of everyone? Princess Daphne, perhaps that might be your style, but don't lump me in with the likes of you," Cordelia murmured as she grabbed her hand, a mockery of a handhold between close friends.
Daphne felt the chill spread through her body.
"I hope you enjoy drowning on dry land," Cordelia whispered, her eyes manic with glee. "I've been told it's an experience."
