"Focus, Dree."

"Yeah, focus, Dree", Bo parroted, but in a voice low enough to be just a mumble.

"I'm trying", I gritted out, sweat pouring from my sides. The ball of water I was trying to keep steady shook violently, splashing cold water all around. I was sorely tempted to let it drop, but I knew Darren would just make me do it again.

We were back at the meadow, which I had come to think of as a practice spot. Bo sat cross-legged on the ground a good distance away from me and any stray drops ...