Iridescent Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 3)

“Don’t touch her,” I warn, knocking his hand out of the way. “If you touch her, you might get consumed by darkness too.”

“Right.” Max frowns, scratching at his head.

Holden’s forehead creases as he glances from Sky to me and then to Easton. “If that’s the case, then how did you guys get her here? And why the hell did you leave Enchantment? The last I heard it was too dangerous for her to portal travel unless you figured out a way to open a secured portal.”

“No, we haven’t. But we had to risk it so we could get her some help. If we didn’t, darkness could’ve possessed her forever. It still could if we don’t get it out of her soon,” I explain, my fingers curling into fists as I prepare to explain why we came here, what we need Porter to do.

I’m not happy about it, but the more I think about it, the more I realize this might be our only choice. There are so many things that could go wrong, though, and I know I could be about to lose Sky, not because she’ll die, but because her soul will end up connected to Porter’s if this works.

But with the link being altered and my brothers being so connected to her powers and emotions already, did I ever really have her? Can you ever really have someone?

Fuck, I’m getting stuck in my own head. I hate this. Hate that I’m back to feeling like I’m destined to a life of eternal lonely misery.

Agonizing pain presses against my chest as I realize that what’s about to happen could catapult me back into a life of being alone.

I don’t know if I can do it again. Fuck, I don’t think I can.

“How is her being here going to help her?” Holden asks, yanking me from my panic. He crosses his arms and glances at East and me. “And you guys still haven’t explained how you got her here.”

“They brought her here because they’re hoping I can help her,” Porter answers before I can. He steps toward us, his lavender gaze locked on Sky, his eyes filled with curiosity that makes my blood boil.

I don’t want to be this possessive of Sky, but I can’t seem to turn it off. I may not know Porter as well as my other brothers, but I know him well enough to understand that look on his face. That he wants to give in to his hunger and devour Sky.

Max glances up at me with his brows drawn together. “Wait… You’re not seriously thinking about letting Porter travel into Sky’s mind and tether his soul to her’s?” When neither East nor I make an effort to respond, he shakes his head and pushes to his feet. “Do you know how dangerous that could end up being, for a shit ton of different reasons?”

“Of course I realize that,” I snap. “But it’s the only option I can think of besides allowing her power of darkness to consume her.”

Max shakes his head again, glancing at Sky. “There’s too many flaws in this plan. I mean, for starters, she’d have to for sure have a dream seer ability, and we’re not positive she does.” He looks at me again. “And second, Porter would have to be able to navigate through the dream realm and get to her before darkness completely gets ahold of her, and who the hell knows how long that could take.”

“You’re wrong about that,” Porter interrupts, that annoyingly curious glint still evident in his eyes. “I can and have navigated through the dream realm before, and this isn’t going to be a problem.”

“Okay, maybe that part’s not a problem, but there’s still a shit ton of others.” Max fixes his firm gaze on Porter. “One of the biggest is you not being able to control yourself around Sky, which would be fine if one of us was there to intervene, but you’ll be alone with her.”

Porter dismisses him with a flick of his wrist. “I can handle a little soul tethering without losing control.”

“To do a soul tethering you have to feed,” Max stresses, his gaze relentlessly boring into Porter’s.

That’s one of the things I like about Max. He’s stern when he needs to be and can usually get my brothers to listen to him, Porter included. Although it’s not always the case. Like right now, something Porter reveals when he rolls his eyes.

“I can handle this,” he insists. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Max stares him down hard. “One word. Abigail.”

“Who’s Abigail?” I ask, glancing at Porter in confusion.

Holden and Easton look as perplexed as I feel.

“That won’t happen this time,” Porter utters, looking more unsure of himself now.

Max’s brow arches. “Can you be one hundred percent sure? Because if you can’t, Sky could end up like her.”

“Who the hell is Abigail?” I ask again.

“I messed up with Abigail,” Porter tells Max, ignoring me. “I wasn’t being careful enough and I got cocky. I won’t make the same mistake this time. I promise.”

Max steps toward him and lowers his voice. “How can we be so sure that you won’t? You know as well as we do that your hunger can sometimes take control of you.”

Porter carries his gaze. “Abigail didn’t matter to my family and yeah, I’ll fucking admit that I wasn’t as careful as I should’ve been.” For a snap of an instant, remorse flashes in his eyes. Considering Porter rarely feels anything but hunger, it’s a startling look. “Bu