Free Destiny (Vanish Book Four) by Sonny Daise Page A

not.”
    “You’re going to live forever and so is he,
and I know that someday you will be together, but for now, could
you try—”
    I put my fingers to his lips; no amount of
him trying to talk me into this would help. I was at war with
myself. That part of me was begging to kiss him, but the rest of me
was wishing Dante was here. I couldn’t go on like this. Dante left
me, and Dante wanted me to be with Skylar.
    “Pour me another shot,” I ordered. He did. I
drank it and immediately, after my lips were touching his. Unlike
Dante’s kisses, which were always soft, gentle, Skylar’s felt
desperate, passionate. He stopped and looked down at me, and then
he sighed.
    “This isn’t fair to you, I can tell this
isn’t what you want,” he smiled at me, letting me know it was okay.
“What time is it? We should see if we can find a way out of here, I
bet it’s dark out by now.”
    “Alright,” I smiled back, confirming what he
thought. It just didn’t feel right. Maybe someday it would, but I
couldn’t give up on Dante until I knew why Skylar and I were
supposed to be together.
    We went up the stairs, but there was no
handle on the door. We tried to push it, but it wouldn’t budge.
Skylar went back down the stairs, walked over to all the boxes, and
then, he looked around. He ran over to me, with a knife that looked
a lot like the one that went through his hand. He dug the blade
into the palm of his hand, about half an inch in. The handle
started filling up with the blue liquid again. He did the same
thing as last time, he drank the liquid. The cut was gone before he
finished it. Then, he went up to the door. With one quick motion,
the door was up. When I got into the shed, I realized it looked
like the hinges were bent.
    “Wow, that was amazing,” I complimented.
    “Just one of the many things I can teach
you.”
    Skylar walked me home. The entire time I had
the book I found clutched in my arms.
    When we got to my house, I wasn’t quite sure
what to do next. He didn’t seem like he planned to leave, but I
needed some time alone.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I said as I
walked in the house.
    “Okay, bye.” That was easier than I
thought.
    I went up to my room and fell face-first onto
the bed. I’d never really had to deal with a breakup. I was sure
that if I had boyfriends before, the slight pain of losing them
might have prepared me for all of this. I wasn’t sure how it was
supposed to go. I didn’t know anything. It would have been easier
in some ways, if Dante would have just stayed. I wanted to see his
face, even if that was all I would be able to do.
    I thought back to the time that I found out
Dante had been pretending to be Skylar, I thought back to the night
when we stayed awake in each other’s arms. I remember so vividly
the night that we swam in the glowing pink water, how much fun we
had, how alive I felt, how lucky.
     
    I turned on the fan; the heat was unbearable.
Then I put the book that I had found on my bed and starting
flipping through it. Each page was filled with priceless
information. Stuff I knew I would use eventually, but now I needed
something a little more significant to what I was going
through.
    It was taking forever, and I didn’t think I
would be able to find the page. I decided to go take a break and
get a glass of water.
    When I came back, the pages were turning. It
was because of the fan, but it seemed to go slower than it should
have.
    Finally, it stopped and the page it fell on
went back and forth violently—it was Skylar and I, but the next
minute I could have sworn it was Dante.
    As the breeze from the fan moved the page,
Skylar’s eye and hair color seemed to change every other second.
His eyes went from green to brown, his hair from ashy blond to
dark, mysterious brown.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a faint
green and blue light coming from the backyard. I jumped up and ran
to the window, more precisely, I ran into the window. That
blue and green