Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,51

you have no idea how dark I am.” He flashed a devilish smile at me. “Sloane, have fun with your power. Try not to conceal it too much, because when you’ll really need it, it won’t come.”

“I was told not to,” I said.

“I’m sure you were, but ask yourself why. Maybe they hope you will become out of control.” His eyebrows rose above his glasses. “Why don’t you show me something other than a little storm?”

“I don’t know how.” I was scared now. Scared to actually do something and scared not to.

“Here, let me see your hand.” Simon held his hand out and I reluctantly placed mine in his as he covered mine with his own. “Now close your eyes.” I did as I was told and everything swiftly went blank. Everything froze in time. “You have all abilities known. You can do whatever you want or dream of. If you think it, you can do it. Now, without my help, unfreeze time.” I stood there and felt the pull. Suddenly, I felt the wind blow and heard the sound of insects singing in the background.

I did it. “How did I do that?”

“It’s all in your mind. There are no fancy spells or chants that need to be said. No incense or mineral crushing of any kind. Just your mind.” He tapped on his temple.

“So whatever I want I can make happen?” I was trying desperately to comprehend.

“That is correct,” he agreed, nodded at me.

“What do you get out of this…training?” I asked, because I knew he wasn’t here for me.

“If I ever need you for something, you’ll be there.” It wasn’t a plea or a request. He demanded, and then he was gone.

I stood there assessing what all just happened. There were obviously no limitations to what I could do. Maybe it would be a good idea to start getting used to using my gifts. After all, they were mine. I wouldn’t lose control. I flashed back to my building, and as I stood in front of the double doors digging my keys out of my purse, Declan appeared.

“Where were you?” His tone was like a pissed off father, which I didn’t like.

“None of your damn business, Declan. Go find your girlfriend. I’m sure she has been missing you, or has she grown accustomed to your disappearing acts?” I turned to walk into the building.

“Stop!” he yelled at me, and I turned to look at him. He looked as if he aged in the past week or so. “Why are you acting this way? I don’t know this person you’ve become.”

“That’s because the person you knew all those years ago died the day you walked out.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Sloane. You can step away from it all.”

“I refuse to run, Declan. That’s not me.” I pushed the door open to walk through, and as I turned around to say something else to him, he was gone. Like usual, he would always be gone. Each time I had to walk away from Declan it got easier and easier.

There was still a stab of guilt and confusion in the pit of my heart. A thought popped into my head and I willed myself to make it go away, and it did. I was able to turn my feelings off just so I could get through the rest of the night and go to sleep. That didn’t last long when I heard Viktor coming out of his loft. Here we go again. But instead, just to see if my powers worked on him, I willed him not to see me. It seemed like I didn’t move or breathe, and when I opened my eyes, Viktor was out the door. He casually passed me by as if I wasn’t there. I smiled to myself and went straight to bed.

I’m standing in my floor-length silk nightgown in the middle of the clearing. My back is to the broken down woods that I took care of earlier. That won’t stop whatever the darkness has in store for me, though. I can feel the power surge in the air; I know it was here, watching me. And I can feel it coming. I turn around to find nothing there, and so I walk to the edge of the broken woods. “Hello,” I call out. Nothing responds.

Turning away, I feel the gentle caress of a hand running down my arms as if to warm me. I whip around to find Simon standing there. What