Enchanted Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 1)

He glances at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” Shit, did I send my feelings to him?

Either I didn’t or he lets me off the hook as he silently stares up at the ceiling again.

“Are you going to sleep in here?” I wonder when he makes no move to leave.

He casts a glance at me. “I was going to until you fell asleep, unless you want me to leave.”

Part of me does. Part of me doesn’t.

All of me is confused.

Maybe that’s why I say, “Yeah, sure. Stay. But if you hear me murmuring in my sleep about darkness, promise you’ll wake me up.”

He nods, then tentatively, he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I promise I will.”

My stomach flutters. Actually fucking flutters like I ate a bunch of butterflies or something, which is really gross when I think about it. Eating butterflies, I mean. And makes me very stupid for reacting to his touch this way.

What is wrong with me? Since when do I get fluttery over guys?

“Okay.” I swallow, and in the silence of the room, it’s noticeable.

But Foster says nothing, simply staring at me, his eyes searching mine.

“We should probably turn off the lights,” I finally suggest when his gaze starts making my skin warm.

I start to sit up to do just that, but he captures my hand and pulls me back down to the bed.

“You want to know something awesome about our powers? We don’t have to do mundane things like turn off lights or take forever to move stuff out of a house.”

“I knew you guys didn’t do that on your own.” I lightly swat his arm, and he chuckles.

“Yeah, but it was so much faster, wasn’t it?” he says with a smile.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t explain how you did it.”

He grins. “A portal that led from your house to the storage unit. My dad created it after you left.”

I shake my head in astonishment. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“How about lights out?” he suggests, giving my hand a squeeze.

I’m not sure what he’s about to do, but I play along anyway. “Lights out—”

Sparks hiss between our palms, and then the light suddenly burns out.

“Okay, that was kind of cool,” I admit. “Although, the pitch black is a bit unnerv—”

Before I can finish, an orb of blue, miniature lightning bolts forms in his hand.

“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” I say with a smile.

“Maybe just a little bit.” He pivots on his side, keeping his hand glowing. “Go to sleep, Sky. You’re safe from the darkness. I promise.”

I wish he was right, but the second I start to close my eyes, darkness whispers to me.

All I can do, though, is hope that, in time, I’ll be able to block them out.