Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,68

going first.

“How is Sophia? Is she well?” I snapped at Viktor.

Viktor looked as if he was about to sprint for the door as I stared him down. He didn’t know that he was the last man to break my heart. My heart was now iced over and I cared for nothing. I couldn’t help but tease him. I sensed the fear in him and it was just delightful.

“Come now, Viktor. How about we have one final roll around?” I laughed out loud as he squirmed, looking at Simon.

“Are you purposely trying my patience with you, Sloane? You know you are mine and no one else’s,” said Simon, as he folded his newspaper and then began pulling my seat towards him. I shot him a glare he overlooked. He was underestimating me already.

“You really should learn to be more respectful, Simon. Before you get hurt,” I said in a low, playful voice.

“Oh, please, do show me how you can hurt me, but please be careful you don’t hurt yourself.” Simon was being a smartass and it really pissed me off. He needed a quick lesson.

I sat there as if I was taking etiquette classes. My arms folded perfectly in my lap and a sly grin rested on my face. I was about to blow their minds. With just a mental note, I was able to hold Viktor in place where he sat. I’d hate for him to miss the show.

“Sloane, you are certainly bad.” Simon wore the biggest grin as he watched Viktor struggling to move but wasn’t able to. I turned around to face Simon head on. “What a devilish streak you have, Sloane.”

“You have no idea.” I smiled back at Simon and I turned to wink at Viktor. He looked confused.

“You can have whatever you want,” is what Simon told me. “The world is ours for the taking.” He got up to stand behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled.

“I’m glad you say so, because I plan on it.” Simon started caressing my face and suddenly froze. He was also frozen in place. I got up to whisper into Simon’s ear.

“Come now, you had to have seen this coming. Did you really think you were in control?” If looks could kill, Simon would’ve struck me down then. “I have other plans in mind and you seem to be in my way.” I clasped my lips one last time to Simon’s and took whatever it was I needed to complete my transition from him.

I didn’t kill Simon, but I did weaken him. He had his uses, but Viktor was still here watching me with wild eyes. I sat back down at the table while Simon’s body lay at my feet. I grabbed the glass of orange juice and took a sip, and then I buttered a piece of toast.

“Wow, that really takes a lot out of you.” I looked at Viktor. “Rest assured, Viktor. I have other plans for you. I need you to deliver a message to Declan for me.” I released the hold on Viktor.

“Why Declan?” he asked.

“No questions. If you don’t want to end up like Simon, I suggest you complete the task handed to you.” I smiled as I took another sip of OJ.

DECLAN

I slung myself out of bed as if I was still fighting. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to get a grip on things. I felt a presence there and got up to look around outside and saw Viktor running to the cabin. I slung the door open for whatever news Viktor brought.

“Tell me you saw her,” I demanded.

“We have a problem,” he said, and Viktor walked past me and began to pace the floors. “She sent me with a message to give you.”

“Spit it out then, damn it!” I yelled.

I wore a smile. Just knowing Sloane was OK was enough for me. She had to have remembered the dream. She had to know that it would always be her in my heart. Telling her I loved her was a weight off my shoulders. I should have never left in the first place.

“She told me to tell you she was coming.” Confusion set on my face. Viktor didn’t want to say the rest, but he did anyway. It’d be a blow that would kill us both. “And you should have killed her when you had the chance.”

The smile that I once wore was gone. I shook my head as if to erase what Viktor said. He was lying.