Beautiful Chaos (Caster Chronicles 3)

The three of us collectively held our breath.

Right there under the twinkling lights, Savannah took Link’s face in her hands and pulled him toward her.

“Bollocks.” Liv hid her face.

“This is bad.” Lena didn’t want to look either.

“We’re screwed.” I braced myself.

The kiss lasted for a full twenty seconds.

Until Ridley happened to look over her shoulder.

You could probably hear the sound a half a mile away. Ridley was standing behind the gate at the edge of Savannah’s backyard, screaming so loud that everyone at the party stopped dancing. She was holding her scorpion belt, her lips moving as if she was Casting.

“She can’t be—” Lena whispered.

I grabbed Lena’s hand. “We have to stop her. She’s lost it.”

But it was too late.

A minute later, everything turned into complete and total chaos.

I felt the Cast rip through the party like a wave. And you could almost see it, hitting one person and moving on to the next. You could tell where it had hit, from the angry expressions and the shouting left in its wake. One minute, couples were dancing—the next, they were fighting. Guys were shoving each other while unsuspecting victims tried to move out of the way. Until the Cast hit them, and then they were the ones doing the pushing and yelling.

I heard the punch bowl shatter on the floor, but I couldn’t see it through the crowd of cheerleaders pulling each other’s hair and basketball players tackling each other. Even Mrs. Snow was screaming at the college scouts, giving them enough pieces of her mind to keep them from ever crossing the county line again.

Lena’s eyes went dark. “I can feel it—a Furor!” She grabbed Liv and me, pulling us toward the gate, but it was too late.

I knew as soon as it hit, because Liv turned and slapped Lena across the face as hard as she could.

“Have you lost your mind?” Lena held her cheek, which was already turning an angry shade of red.

Liv pointed at her, the heavy black selenometer turning on her wrist. “That is for all the whining, Princess.”

“What?” Lena’s hair started to curl, her green and gold eyes narrowing.

Liv went on. “Poor, beautiful me. My gorgeous boyfriend is so in love with me, but my heart is broken because—hey—that’s how beautiful emo girls like me are supposed to act.”

“Shut up!” Lena looked like she was about to punch Liv in the face. I heard thunder rumble in the sky.

“Instead of being happy that a great guy loves me, I’m going to slap on some more black nail polish and run off with some other gorgeous guy.”

“That’s not what happened!” Lena swung at Liv, but I caught her arm. Rain started to fall.

Liv kept talking. “And—wait for it—I’m the most powerful Caster in the universe. In case the rest of you lowly Mortals didn’t already feel like total crap.”

“Are you crazy?” Lena screamed at her, but it was hard to hear over all the chaos. “My uncle died. I thought I was going Dark.”

“Do you know what it feels like to hang out with a guy when you have feelings for him? Help him look for his girlfriend who doesn’t want to be found? Watch him break his own heart, and yours, over some stupid Caster girl who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about him?”

Lightning ripped across the sky, the rain pelting us like hailstones. Lena lunged for Liv. I moved in front of Lena, holding her back.

“Liv. That’s enough. You’re wrong.” I had no idea what Liv was doing, but I wanted her to shut up.

“Feelings for him? At least you finally admit it!” Lena was screaming.

“I don’t admit anything except that you’re a bloody little bitch who thinks the world orbits around your pretty little curls.”