Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,1

didn’t hear me come and I stood there looking at the ground, scared to see the truth and refusing to take it all in. I heard him walk into the living room, and looking up at him made me feel like a deer caught in the headlights. He froze in place and I noticed another set of footsteps behind him. It was a beautiful blonde with big boobs and great lips.

“Well, at least if you’re going to leave, I think a goodbye is in order. Don’t you think, Declan?” I had to keep a poker face. “By the way, make sure you leave a forwarding address so I can forward your last check. Oh, where are my manners? I’m Sloane Townsend. I was Declan’s employer and girlfriend for the past year now, but I guess under these circumstances I’m now the Ex.” I reached out to shake her hand.

“Wow, I’m Constance, Declan’s fiancée.” She shook my hand and Declan was still frozen. All I could do was smile at the both of them.

“So, Constance is it? Nice to meet you. I see y’all are heading out, so I won’t hold you any further.” I turned to walk out, but before I even cleared the driveway that led back to my side of the lake, Declan was standing right in front of me. “How the hell…”

“You don’t understand. I have to go.” Not wanting to hear anymore, I continued on to my side of the lake and out of hearing range so that I could release the tears I had been holding in. As I was about to pass him, the wind began to blow as if on command and I caught one last smell of him. I shut my eyes, storing the smell to memory, and ordered my mind to never think of it again.

“Then what’s stopping you? Certainly not me, and I have more than enough on my plate at the moment. I can’t deal with a two timing boyfriend. It just seems redundant. What do you want me to do, beg?” I turned to glance at him and I saw Constance step out on the porch, watching us. And there it was—the anger that lurked in the back of my mind like a caged animal. I couldn’t help what happened next.

“You have to get a hold of yourself. Your eyes are changing, Sloane. They can sense the power that is here. You have to stop, please, for me.” Was he really pleading for me to stop for him?

That did it.

Looking straight into his eyes, fury boiled in the pit of my stomach and finally everything I felt was unleashed. I screamed as loud as I could and threw my arms up like if I knew what I was doing. The wind was there for me to command. The snapping of trees sounded oddly like the breaking of bones. The trees began to fall in a circle around us and Constance was no longer there watching. My hair whipped around my face as I stood there across from Declan and I felt myself pushing closer to the edge. This was all new to me and I was actually afraid of what I would do. Declan was too, because I could actually taste his fear, and it wasn’t for him.

It was for me.

How could I tell what he was feeling? Shaking my head, I tried to turn off whatever this was, but it couldn’t. The rage I felt became full blown fear and Declan sensed it, too. I looked directly at him, tears streaming down both sides of my face, and then the last thing I ever expected happened. Declan was walking towards me and I heard someone screaming, “No,” in the background. It was Constance, no doubt. The wind picked up as if a tornado was about to touch down; I was frozen in place. All I could do was watch Declan walk straight up to me, and as he did, I couldn’t help but see how beautiful and fearless he was.

He stood right in front me and took my face in his hands. I shut my eyes, not wanting to look into those crystal blue eyes. He was going to leave no matter what and in the end he was a thief even if he didn’t know it. And suddenly I felt his lips press against mine and everything came back. Every single moment we spent together flashed before my eyes as if it was my life. As