Shimmering Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 2)

I scowl at him. “I wasn’t feeling lustful.” Was I?

“You may not have been, but this guy over here.” Easton hitches his finger in Foster’s direction.

Foster blasts his brother with a glare. “Not that shit off. Seriously. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You knock it off,” Easton quips. “It’s making me want to puke all over the floor.”

I smirk

at him. “Puke on the floor. Like we care. All that will result in is you having to clean puke off the floor.”

Easton mirrors my smirk. “Like I care either. I wouldn’t even have to lift a finger to do so.” His smirk morphs into an arrogant grin as he snaps his fingers.

A shimmering wave rolls over the room, wiping the dust away and making all the furniture, walls, floor, and mantle sparkle.

Feeling a little haughty myself, I lift my hand and think about the idea of a cloud appearing above him and showering rain down on him. We practiced enough that I’m fairly sure I can do it.

As a cloud forms above him, I start to grin, but then the cloud crumbles and lands on Easton, covering him in smoky dirt.

He curses, jumping to his feet and wiping the dirt off his face. “What the hell was that?”

I pull a whoops face. “Not what I was going for, but it still sort of got the job done.”

Easton drags the back of his hand across his face, wiping away the dirt from his lips as he narrows his eyes on me. “So, you want to play dirty, do you?”

Shit. I so didn’t think this through all the way. “No, not really.”

An eerie smirk possesses his face as silver sparks of light hiss across his skin. “You probably should’ve thought about that before you dumped a cloud of dirt on me, lightning eyes.” Then he raises his hands.

Fear lashes through me. Not that I think Easton will do anything to hurt me, but I’m sure whatever he’s about to do isn’t going to be nice either.

I jump to my feet, preparing to run.

His smile broadens as he stalks toward me. “Chasing is only going to make this more fun.”

Panicking, I try to drag my powers out of me, but the panic is making the energy inside me falter. Luckily, Foster stands up and positions himself in front of me.

“Move out of my way, Fost,” Easton gripes. “I just want to play with her for a while.”

Foster crosses his arms. “No fucking way.”

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Easton says, sounding hurt.

“I know, but …” Foster takes a breath. “I just can’t let you do this, okay? It goes against all of my instincts.”

“Oh, fine. Ruin my fun.” Pouting, Easton trudges out of the room with his shoulders slumped. Right as he reaches the doorway, though, he sneaks a smile at me then snaps his fingers.

Water pours down from the ceiling and spills across me. I let out a squeal, stumbling into Foster.

“You little shit,” I growl out at Easton, water dripping down my face and soaking my clothes.

Easton takes one look at me, particularly the blue sparks zapping from my fingertips, and hightails it out of the room, laughing his ass off.

Sighing, Foster reels around toward me. “Are you okay?” He looks like he’s on the verge of laughing.

I wring my hair out. “This isn’t funny.”

“It sort of is.” His smile breaks through as I glare at him. “I’m sorry, but you did dump a cloud of dirt on him, which was pretty badass, by the way.”