A shriek flies from Thayla’s lips when the branch above her bursts to life in bright-ass shades of green and large, plump fruit.
Row after row bound to life as both sides of myself spread like wildfire together through the orchard.
I’m pretty damn positive the fruit that’s blooming is not the fruit that was previously planted.
I jerk back, nearly hitting my ass when my power snaps back to me faster than I was prepared for. My hands grip my knees as I drag in deep breaths.
A crunch and a smack of lips have me tilting my head up.
“For fuck’s sake, Thayla, don’t eat that. I don’t know what that is.”
Her lips part and the half-chewed piece of fruit falls from her mouth.
“What do you mean you don’t know what it is? You just made it.”
“No, no, no. I can’t make or grow anything. I can only interfere with what’s already there.”
“So you didn’t do this on purpose?”
“No, fuck no. My Chaos wasn’t even supposed to come out.”
She examines me, snorts, then laughs her ass off at me and the confusion on my face.
“I’m about over these fits of laughter for the day.”
“I’m…sorry,” she wheezes. “I can’t help you’re like the funniest person I’ve ever met in my life. How does the most chaotic person I know get out-chaosed by his own chaos?”
She literally drops to the ground, chuckling her head off until tears are streaming down her cheeks. I’m sure she isn’t even aware I’m staring at her with my hands on my hips.
She’s yet to drop that damn fruit in her hand.
“Gods. This kind of laughter is good for the soul,” she coos as she wipes her eyes, then literally takes another bite of the unknown fruit.
Whatever. I’m not correcting her again.
If it poisons her ass, Creed will just have to kill the poison.
Despite my bitch fit and internal crisis that’s going ignored, I stomp over to her and plop down on the ground. I lean back against the trunk of the tree, and she leans right into me.
“For the record, whatever this is you made is really delicious. Like top three best fruits I’ve ever had.”
“Seriously?” I ask.
She raises the damn thing up to my face and shakes it as though that’ll encourage me to bite faster.
It does.
The sweet juice that I didn’t expect rushes over my chin, and I can’t slurp it up fast enough. She huffs as she wipes it off her forehead.
Well, damn. That is pretty good if I say so myself.
“So on a serious note. What just happened?” she asks.
“My powers ganged up on me. I tried to hold my Chaos back, and my Harmony shut me down. It was almost as if it was tugging my Chaos along with it.”
She hums. “Maybe that’s exactly what it was doing. Maybe it wanted to do this together.”
My nose scrunches.
