Twirling Book Princess

No more than two or three drops fell, but they hit him directly on the head. And that was when I knew, without any doubt at all, that I was right. Vladimir screamed and leapt out of his chair. The book tumbled to the floor. As Nathalie rushed across from the kitchen, he stood there, one hand pressed against his face. It was as if he was being burned alive. I couldn’t believe that a minuscule amount of water could have such an effect. But of course, this wasn’t ordinary water. And this wasn’t an ordinary man.