Free Wicked Destiny by Tiffany Stevens Page A

everything?”
    I shook my head at him, remembering something, and without even thinking, I blurted it out. “That day you found me at the river walk,” he nodded for me to continue, “well, I saw Declan across the bank. But when I went to hop on my bike to leave, he was there. There was no possible way he would’ve done that unless he too…” Then it hit me. All this time Declan had some kind of supernatural genetics, too.
    “Did he say anything to you?”
    “Not really. I think he thought my name. I know that sounds crazy, but he said my name in his head and I heard it in my mind.”
    “Have you seen him since?”
    “No, I haven’t and now it’s your turn. What the hell is going on?”
    “Well , it’s complicated for me. I’m not supposed to tell or reveal what I am.”
    Now I was pissed.
    “Okay, you just had me confess everything to you, but yet you can’t tell me what this is? How is that possible?” He started pacing around the studio. “Viktor, tell me. No one has ever been able to come to terms with what this is and here you are, and now you refuse.”
    “You need to calm down before you bring this building down around us.” He looked at me as if I were pitiful. 
    “I don’t need your sympathy. I’ve done fine with being on my own and I can continue on just like that.” I got up to push the hidden door open, walking into my loft.
    “OK! I’m supernatural, too. You’re something different, though. I can sense different things through your aura. I never could before because you refused to open up to me. What was your mother?”
    “What was my mother? Have you lost your mind? She was my mother— human.”
    “No , she, by far, was not human, and neither was your father.” Now he did it. “Wait, you said you lived with your great aunt, right? I’m thinking your mom 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.”
    Yea h, 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?  L ike someone purposely put my parents together?”
    “Yes , to strengthen the