Shimmering Chaos (Enchanted Chaos 2)
“I’ll make sure nothing builds this time,” he swears, his gaze intense. “Just take a few deep breaths and focus on connecting with my powers. It’ll be good practice for you, okay?”
I nod and do as he instructs. Air in. Air out. Calm. Calm. Calm. Feel the energy around me, so connected to it …
He watches me as he skims his fingers along my cheekbones, the touch having a calming effect on me. The rain shushes, the clouds parting again and letting sunlight kiss the world.
“See? No more storm. No more fear.” One side of his mouth tugs upward into a gorgeous half-smile. “You’re so good at this. You know that? Seriously, I bet, in just a couple of months, you’ll be better than I am.”
“I’m not that great,” I tell him. “You’re just good at telling me what to do.”
“Maybe we’re just good together,” he suggests, tangling his fingers through my hair.
“Dude, if you two are going to make out for the first time, please don’t do it in front of me,” Easton breaks the moment like … well, like only Easton can. “And do us all a favor and try to block out that sexual tension between you two. It’s beyond uncomfortable knowing how much you guys want to screw each other.” He throws a joking smile at us, but I detect a hint of tension in his eyes.
What’s going on? Because something weird definitely is.
“Maybe you shouldn’t listen to it then,” I quip with a sugary sweet smirk. “I’m sure it’s happened enough times at this point that you can just block them out if you want to.”
Easton’s lips span into a mischievous grin as he slants closer to me. “You do realize you just admitted you want to fuck Foster, right?”
Huh….
I replay what I just said.
Dammit!
I face the window, letting my hair veil my flushing cheeks. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You’re such an asshole sometimes, East,” Foster grumbles, and I can feel his gaze boring into me. “Sky, just ignore him. You know he gets off on it, especially when he makes you blush.”
“I know.” But I’m unable to look either of them in the eyes.
Not until my cheeks stop feeling like they’re going to erupt into flames.
Foster fixes his finger underneath my chin then angles my head toward him. “It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s just Easton and I in here with you and neither of us care.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who embarrassed yourself a ton of times around me.” I shift in the seat, scratching my wrist. “I, on the other hand, have embarrassed myself a lot around you. Like the first time we spoke, amongst many other times. And all the times I asked you to sleep with me.”
He drops his hand to his lap, and his gaze descends as he mutters, “The first time we spoke … it didn’t happen like you think it did.”
I recall something he said to me the other night about liking me. “What do you mean?”
His eyes flicker with light as he looks up at me. “When you approached me that day, it wasn’t the first time—”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Easton blurts out as he grips the life out of his phone. “Fost, we have to go. Now.”
/> Foster rips his gaze off me. “Why?”
Panic flares in Easton’s eyes. “Jane just texted me back, and apparently, a whole army of hunters showed up earlier today, through portals, took over the school, and trapped everyone already inside.”
My heart thunders inside my chest, and above, the sky booms. But they are too preoccupied to notice.
Calm down, Sky. Panicking isn’t going to help.
“Dammit,” Foster growls out, strangling the life out of the steering wheel. “How the hell did they get access to portals?”
“I have no damn idea,” Easton shakes his head. “But we’re lucky we were running late today or we might’ve been locked in there, too.”
Foster hurries and revs up the engine. “Does the council know or are they still being silent?”