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“The wet T-shirt look is a really good look for you,” Easton says through his laughter. “You should seriously wear it all the time.” His frown falters as the rain briefly flickers on and off. “Fuck, my powers are acting up again. This place is seriously screwing with them.”
“I wonder why,” I say, wringing out the water from my hair.
He shrugs. “I’m not sure but Foster and I were talking and we think it might be because this world’s energy is linked to elemental enchanters’ powers, hence the reason why it’s been growing since you two arrived. But I also think that energy is having the opposite effect on my powers.” An unexpected grin rises on his face. “Not that I’m not a badass.” He snaps his fingers and rain begins to pour down on me again.
I narrow my eyes at him and throw another handful of snow at his face. Then I start to summon my power of wind, unsure what I’m going to do with it, but fully planning on doing something. But Easton effortlessly forms a rain cloud above my head that con
tinuously rains down on me, even when I scoot to the side.
As cold water drenches me from head to toe, the chill seeps into my bones, and my newfound elemental powers become harder to channel. Chattering and shivering, I attempt to summon my power of wind. When that doesn’t work, I try water. Again, nothing, so I move on to ice. Another fail. I don’t bother trying to channel my lightning or fire power—that seems a bit harsh to use on him. I also have darkness inside me, but yeah, I’m never going to touch that power.
Or well, I hope I don’t. But lately, with the nightmares I’ve been having…
I dropkick the worry from my head, not wanting to think about my reoccurring nightmares of darkness or my dreams of the Porterson brothers doing… strange things to me. Instead, I concentrate on getting Easton back. Since being freezing seems to have hindered my powers, I decide there’s only one way to get payback.
The human way.
Without warning, I dive across the room toward him, landing on his lap, and making the rain cloud glide right above him.
“What the hell?” Easton stammers as rain pours down on us.
I get situated in his lap, sitting sideways with my legs stretched out onto the sofa. “I’m not moving until you turn off the cloud.”
Grinning, he slants back, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. “I’m perfectly okay with this situation.”
Leave it to him to be okay with this. If there’s one thing East is good at it’s appearing comfortable in any situation. Although, I occasionally sense little flickers of emotions flowing off of him through the link, and that makes me wonder if he sometimes puts on a façade. Right now, though, that isn’t the case.
Grimacing, I rack my brain for another way to power kick his ass.
“You two are flooding the living room,” Foster says he opens up the pizza box.
I glance down at the floor and pull a whoopsie face at the sight of puddles drenching the hardwood.
“Maybe we should stop,” I tell East, blinking as a raindrop splatters across my head.
He shakes his head, strands of his wet hair falling into his eyes. “Nah, I’m perfectly fine with the floor getting wet. It’s not like I’ll clean it up.” When I narrow my eyes at him, the corners of his lips kick upward. “I’ll tell you what. If you declare that I’m the most sexy elemental protector ever, I’ll turn off the cloud.”
“Ha! No effing way.” I brush strands of my wet hair out of my eyes. “And you want to know why I won’t do that?” I smirk. “Because I’m not a liar.”
Okay, that might be a lie. East is sexy, but telling him that… Yeah, that’s never going to happen. If I did, it’d make his already inflated ego swell up more.
“Then I guess the living room is going to be a pond. That’s fine by me. I love water.” He mirrors my smirk.
What a little brat.
A brat that needs to be taught a lesson.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want to play.” I sit up, swinging a leg onto each side of him so I’m straddling him. Then, before he can react, I start tickling the crap out of him.
“What the hell!” he squeals, his muscles locking up. “Stop that!”
I keep on tickling him, tightening my legs against his waist when he tries to push me off his lap.
“Turn off the cloud and I will.”
“This is so cheating.” Laughing uncontrollably, he puts his hands on my waist and tries to pick me up. But I hitch an arm around the back of his neck and use my other hand to continue tickling him.
“Sky.” He can barely talk through his laughter. “Come on, stop it. I hate being tickled.” He tucks his arms against his sides, his face bright red, his eyes watery.
