Free Wicked Destiny by Tiffany Stevens

way to the bathroom on the other side. But he wouldn’t let me pass. “Look at me, Sloane!”
    And I did.
    “Is this what you want to see? This frea k?” Tears threatened to spill, but I wouldn’t allow them. 
    With so much that was bottled up , I didn’t even realize it happened until it was over. Viktor went in to hold me and instead I rejected him. When I say I rejected him it was more like projected him. I threw him straight across the room and the objects around me began to swirl around the room like there was a tornado inside the studio.  I covered my face with my hands and began to cry as I sank to the floor. I just wanted it all to stop. Everything I touched seemed to turn to shit. I didn’t want any of it and I wanted to be rid of it. 
    I laid there for some time , holding my face and praying I wouldn’t have to watch Viktor walk out. Why would he want to stay? And then I felt someone pulling me into their lap, holding me and then slowly rocking me. 
    “Jus t leave now before I hurt you.” He hugged me even tighter.
    “Haven’t you realized that I’m not leaving?” Victor pulled my chin up so that I could look at him. My eyes were different; I already knew that and he smiled at me. “Red. That means raw passion and anger, if I’m not mistaken.”
    “You aren’t afraid of me?” I couldn’t help but fidget with my hands while waiting for his swift exit.
    “Do you want me to show you a trick?” I looked at him , not in understanding, but nodded anyway.
    Viktor shut his eyes and everything around me began to move on its own. All the spilt paint, brushes, and everything that was broken was put back together. The wind 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 l ofts, 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.
    “Yea h, 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