Shimmering Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 2)

Fingers caress my cheek again. “She’s still sleeping, but I can feel the restlessness too. And some fear.” Hunter pauses. “Maybe I should—”

“No,” Max cuts him off. “Just let her be.”

“Fine. Ruin my fun,” Hunter mutters. “But just so you know, I’m sure it’d be fun for her too. At least under the right circumstances.”

“I agree.,” Porter purrs. “She’d definitely be fun to play with... With those big eyes and that innocence…” He groans.

Um…

Play with me?

Wait, innocence? That’s how he sees me? And why does he sound so delighted about it?

My thoughts travel back to the strange remarks everyone has made about Porter. Just who is Porter Everettson? Or what is he is more like it.

“You know what? I think our little elemental enchanter might be pretending to be asleep,” Hunter remarks, his fingers touching my cheek again.

Fuck. How does he know?

“You know what?” Porter sounds highly amused. “I think you’re right.?

??

Shit. What do I do? Pretend I’m still asleep? Open my eyes and face them?

I’d much rather do the first, but my gut instinct tells me to get over it and open my damn eyes.

Gathering every ounce of my energy up, I crack my eyes open.

My gaze instantly collides with Hunter’s golden-eyed, twinkling gaze.

“Well hello sleeping beauty. I’m so glad you decided to wake up.” His lips spread into a grin. “Not that I mind having your face in my lap.”

“Hunter.” A warning rings in Max’s tone.

Hunter flashes him a grin. “Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t be thinking the same thing if you were in my place. The only difference is I say what I feel while you keep it bottled up.”

“I don’t keep it bottled up. I just know better than to say every stupid thought that pops into my head.” Max glares at him. “I also understand that no matter what I want, certain things are off limits.”

Hunter rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You’re so boring sometimes. I swear you and Holden are really twins and mom and dad just got us mixed up at some point.”

“You guys are identical twins,” Max says flatly.

“So everyone keeps saying.” Hunter’s eyes glint with amusement. “Personally, I don’t see it.”

Max heaves a weighted sigh, crosses his arms, and faces forward in the seat. “Sky, how are you feeling?”

“A little groggy,” I admit, moving to sit up.

Hunter places a hand on my shoulder and steers me right back down. “You need to lay on me for a while.”

Is he messing with me right now?

I examine his face, the way his eyes glitter, but they always sort of do that.

“I’m not kidding,” he insists. “I’m working on trying to fix the link, but you have to be touching me for me to be able to do it.” He winks at me.

For some dumbass reason, I blush.