The cave-like space opened into something way bigger than a simple hole in the rocks. Ancient stone columns lined a path that hadn't seen humans in forever. Water dripped from the ceiling, making little pools that caught the light from Grace's glowy sword thing.
"This is incredible," Petriel whispered, her voice bouncing off the walls. "Look at these carvings."
Grace tried to look at the carvings.
She really did. But Petriel had bent over to check out the stonework, and her ass was right there, perfectly outlined by her damp robes.
[Focus, Grace. Ancient water temple. Tide's Tear. Not Petriel's perfect, round butt that I could bounce a coin off of.]
... But Grace's eyes kept drifting back.
