Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,39
I am again staring into the black abyss that fills the woods. As I look down, I have no shoes and I’m dressed in my silk nightgown again. Panic starts to set in as I realize there is nowhere to run. A chill runs down my back as if someone ran their fingernail down my back. Not wanting to stick around for what is to come, I turn to run and there they are. Those red eyes that now haunt my dreams. Just as I am about to scream, it grabs me, again, by the throat. The black haze manifests into a figure of an actual person that holds me about three feet off the ground. Then it speaks.
“You were made for me and me alone.” I’m trying to slap, claw, away his hand that begins to pull me closer to him. I feel an arm wrap around my lower back and I try to push back on his shoulders with everything I have, but he is too strong.
“There’s no more running. I’ve found you. We are one of the same.” Tears sting my eyes and the fear that I feel is just unimaginable. He clasps his lips to mine and I feel my body start to heat as if I am literally on fire. I manage to jerk my head and I stifle a scream.
“No!” I hadn’t even opened my eyes before I was jumping up, screaming and coughing at the same time. I felt hands trying to restrain me, but it made me panic even more. I bucked like a horse as two bodies lay on top of me to restrain me.
“Sloane! It’s us, stop!”
My breathing hadn’t slowed at all, even after recognizing Viktor’s voice. I didn’t know what was worse, having the nightmare or waking up to the two most important men in my life—the boyfriend and the ex. They were there in the same room and were lying on top of me. If this wasn’t awkward, then I didn’t know what was.
“Get your asses off of me. Now,” was all I could manage to get out. I still hadn’t opened my eyes.
“We will be downstairs.” I scrunched my eyes harder together when I heard Declan’s voice.
I listened for two pairs of feet to leave so that I could actually face the day, but I never heard them. I could still feel the weight of someone sitting on the edge of the bed and I already knew who it was. I could smell him, and if we weren’t under the same roof with my ex, I would have pulled him to me and just lose myself. But I was too confused as it was.
“Viktor, how did you find me?” I threw my arm over my eyes and forehead. The hangover headache was kicking in and I didn’t know if I had the strength to sustain an argument.
“I told you. I’m around even when you think I’m not,” was all the answer I got.
“So you were here all night?” Now I could feel the bitch mode rising to the surface.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“So you followed me here? On what?” Then it dawned on me, he could fly. “Never mind.”
“Sloane, do I need to back out?” I opened my eye through squinted slits for the first time
“Viktor, do whatever you want. The way I see it, you are obviously holding back on a lot of things so I figured we are about even, don’t you think?”
“What am I holding back?”
“You and Declan are both withholding information about me and the two agendas you both have. I’m not some damn prize to be won! Tell me, Viktor, what do you get if I choose you?”
“I don’t get what you are asking me, Sloane. I get you; that’s all I want. I’m fighting to be in your life. Something he never tried. He left, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. I remember better than anyone, so the reminder isn’t needed. Especially when it doesn’t concern you.”
I swung my legs off the bed and walked over to my bathroom. I found my purse and inside I looked for my travel toothpaste and spare toothbrush. As I started brushing my teeth, I looked up into the mirror to find Viktor standing in the doorway watching me. I felt bad for snapping, but they both knew things about me and refused to tell me. Viktor knew more than what he was telling me and if he wanted to keep secrets, I’d continue to be a bitch about it.
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