Free Wicked Destiny by Tiffany Stevens Page B

bloodline.”
    “Lovely, I’m a mutt. Thanks for the confirmation.” I walked over to my couch and dropped down on it. 
    “You know that’s not what I meant.”
    “Viktor, you can put your wings up. I believe you now.”
    He walked over t o the couch and sat next to me. I noticed then that his shirt was torn all to hell now. I felt bad, and things definitely couldn’t get any worse. I laid my head back and shut my eyes.
    “I can leave if you need to be alone.”
    I didn’t even open my eyes. “I thought you told me you weren’t going anywhere? Have I asked you to leave? No, I haven’t, so shut up and lay back. I’m tired now.” He did as I said and laid back on the couch, stretching out his legs. I laid my head on his chest and covered us up with the throw blanket. Immediately, I drifted off.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    I know I’m dreaming, because I’m standing in front of the lake again. I was cold; being dressed in a silk nightgown will do that. Why do I wear these things in my dreams knowing I would never wear them in real life? Apparently shoes are out of the question, too. I turn to go inside my old apartment, but I’m locked out. I hear something galloping through the woods and I step off the porch to see what it is. And unfortunately, I can’t see it. Whatever it is, though, it’s coming fast and it’s very large. I run up the side stairs to see if I can get in through my bedroom’s sliding glass door, but it too is locked. I race down the stairs and to the main house. Everything is locked up and now I’m beginning to panic. I have no shoes; I’m in this dress like nightgown and something is chasing me in the middle of the night.
    I begi n to run through the woods and away from the house, especially the cabin. It doesn’t matter, because I know these woods better than anyone. After all, I grew up here. As I’m running, I begin to hear the snapping of trees and whatever is chasing me is coming fast. It starts calling out my name, “Sloane,” in a very creepy and melodramatic tone. I break out of the trees and into the open pasture. I get to the middle of the clearing and I stop. I realize then that this is my dream and I’m in control. I stand there waiting, and as it comes barreling down towards me, I throw my hands up and screamed out, “Stop!” Well, it stops alright and right in its tracks. It’s total darkness. I can’t see anything that resembles a person, or even a very large person. Just as I straighten up, looking into the black abyss, it grabs me by my throat and squeezes. “You. Are. Mine.”
    I jumped up and grabbed my throat, desperately gasping for air. I was fear-stricken and didn’t know where I was, more less who was actually with me. Viktor reached for me and I began to scream and fight as if I was being attacked.
    “Sloane, look at me! Look at me, Sloane. It was a dream. Baby, please breathe for me!” He had my head between his hands as he looked me straight in the eyes so that I knew it was him. I took one big gasp of air.
    “It had me… It said I was his… I couldn’t breathe.” I began to cry in his arms as he held me.  I never had a nightmare before and I could go without ever having another one.
    “Shh, I got you. Nothing is going to get you.” He rocked me until I fell back to sleep.
    I d idn’t dream at all after that. Whatever that was, I hoped I never met it again. I slept until two in the afternoon and Viktor must have finally put me to bed. But there was no sign of him when I awoke. Looking up at the ceiling, I thought about everything that happened and realized I needed to stop saying things couldn’t get worse, because they could and would.
    I got up and did the bathroom routine and came out to the living room hoping to see a sign of Viktor, but I didn’t. He must have cleaned the place up before he left. I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and there was a glass of orange juice with a note on top of it:
    Drink