Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,26
left you there purposely to protect you. Sloane, you really have no clue of what you are surrounded by, do you?”
“What I’m surrounded by? I’m not following you.”
“I know you’ve heard stories about the things that go bump in the night. Well, they’re true—every single one of them. There’s a Heaven and a Hell. Not to mention everything else in between.”
“OK, so what are you exactly?”
“I don’t think you’re ready to know what I am.”
“Quit stalling and just tell me.”
“I’m a Fallen.”
“A Fallen what?”
“Angel.”
Laughing out loud, I said, “You can’t be serious.”
Just like that, he let his wild black feathered wings burst out from behind him.I fell backwards and tripped over my coffee table and continued to stumble. I tried to get back as far as possible. He really was a Fallen Angel. Even though they were beautiful wings, they were so overwhelming, too. He stood there waiting for me to bolt like I actually wanted to, but he was closer to the door and I didn’t think I would make it very far. His shoulders sank and he bowed his head as if ashamed. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that he accepted me and everything weird about me. My freakish eyes that revealed my mood swings, the strength I had when I’m out of control, the fact that I could control elements, and let’s not forget about this mind thing. Although, I’d only done it with Declan, so I didn’t even know if that’s what actually happened.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”
Yeah, I jumped about an extra two feet backwards.
“Wait, did you...”
“Yes, and you can too.”
“Stop! Just talk to me; this is a little too much. I’m on complete overload right now. So, are you telling me that only Angels can do this?”
“Yes, and their descendants. It has something to do with our blood.”
“So, you’re telling me I’m descendant of your kind?”
“There might be a little more to you than you think. I think you were bred to be as strong as you are.”
“Bred? Like someone purposely put my parents together?”
“Yes, to strengthen the bloodline.”
“Lovely, I’m a mutt. Thanks for the confirmation.” I walked over to my couch and dropped down on it.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Viktor, you can put your wings up. I believe you now.”
He walked over to the couch and sat next to me. I noticed then that his shirt was torn all to hell now. I felt bad, and things definitely couldn’t get any worse. I laid my head back and shut my eyes.
“I can leave if you need to be alone.”
I didn’t even open my eyes. “I thought you told me you weren’t going anywhere? Have I asked you to leave? No, I haven’t, so shut up and lay back. I’m tired now.” He did as I said and laid back on the couch, stretching out his legs. I laid my head on his chest and covered us up with the throw blanket. Immediately, I drifted off.
Chapter 6
I know I’m dreaming, because I’m standing in front of the lake again. I was cold; being dressed in a silk nightgown will do that. Why do I wear these things in my dreams knowing I would never wear them in real life? Apparently shoes are out of the question, too. I turn to go inside my old apartment, but I’m locked out. I hear something galloping through the woods and I step off the porch to see what it is. And unfortunately, I can’t see it. Whatever it is, though, it’s coming fast and it’s very large. I run up the side stairs to see if I can get in through my bedroom’s sliding glass door, but it too is locked. I race down the stairs and to the main house. Everything is locked up and now I’m beginning to panic. I have no shoes; I’m in this dress like nightgown and something is chasing me in the middle of the night.
I begin to run through the woods and away from the house, especially the cabin. It doesn’t matter, because I know these woods better than anyone. After all, I grew up here. As I’m running, I begin to hear the snapping of trees and whatever is chasing me is coming fast. It starts calling out my name, “Sloane,” in a very creepy and melodramatic tone. I break out of the trees and into the open pasture. I get to the middle of the clearing