Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,25

whipped around as if erasing everything that just happened. How was this possible? I looked back at Viktor while his eyes were still shut and I couldn’t resist. I kissed him and it didn’t even break command. All I could think about was the fact that I wasn’t alone. Viktor picked me up so that I could stand on my own. I took a look around and began to shake. Viktor walked over to my painting I ruined, or at least I’d thought I ruined it. When he turned it around to face me, there they were. Those piercing icy blue eyes were staring at me.

“Do you want to tell me about him?” Viktor actually looked nervous.

“He is, well, was someone I loved a long time ago.” I sat down, looking straight at the painting.

“Do you still love him?” He didn’t look at me then.

“I don’t know if I do. He used to haunt my dreams, but that changed when I met you. I don’t know why that is and I don’t know why I had to paint this.” I braced myself for some type of outrage.

“Do you want me to leave?” That was the first time someone ever asked me if I wanted them to leave. I was shocked and hurt.

“No!” It just came out. “Please, don’t go. This is the first time I’ve actually felt something other than bitter. Whatever it is, I don’t want you to take it away. And I know if you leave, so will this feeling.”

“No more secrets and no more lies, then.” Viktor walked over to me to take my face in his hands. “I’m serious. No more lies or secrets. Is there anything you would like to tell me?”

I nodded my head. “I own three of these lofts, I have supernatural powers and I have no clue where the hell they came from. And—wait, so do you! You have some explaining to do as well, but first I want to say this. Not only do I own the lofts but I am a painter and a photographer sometimes, and I own Xchange. No one else knows, not even Shay. Well, Shay knows about the creepy eye tricks that happen, but nothing else.” Man did it feel good to vent.

“Wait, you own Xchange?” He looked more confused about me owning that damn club than anything else.

“Yeah, why?” Victor smiled at me like he knew something I didn’t and he stood there just shaking his head.

“I’m just speechless, that’s all. You own a nightclub and you work the bar. Is this everything?”

I shook my head at him, remembering something, and without even thinking, I blurted it out. “That day you found me at the river walk,” he nodded for me to continue, “well, I saw Declan across the bank. But when I went to hop on my bike to leave, he was there. There was no possible way he would’ve done that unless he too…” Then it hit me. All this time Declan had some kind of supernatural genetics, too.

“Did he say anything to you?”

“Not really. I think he thought my name. I know that sounds crazy, but he said my name in his head and I heard it in my mind.”

“Have you seen him since?”

“No, I haven’t and now it’s your turn. What the hell is going on?”

“Well, it’s complicated for me. I’m not supposed to tell or reveal what I am.”

Now I was pissed.

“Okay, you just had me confess everything to you, but yet you can’t tell me what this is? How is that possible?” He started pacing around the studio. “Viktor, tell me. No one has ever been able to come to terms with what this is and here you are, and now you refuse.”

“You need to calm down before you bring this building down around us.” He looked at me as if I were pitiful.

“I don’t need your sympathy. I’ve done fine with being on my own and I can continue on just like that.” I got up to push the hidden door open, walking into my loft.

“OK! I’m supernatural, too. You’re something different, though. I can sense different things through your aura. I never could before because you refused to open up to me. What was your mother?”

“What was my mother? Have you lost your mind? She was my mother—human.”

“No, she, by far, was not human, and neither was your father.” Now he did it. “Wait, you said you lived with your great aunt, right? I’m thinking your mom