Page 149 of Firestorm
My arms began to glow.
“Aiden, listen to me. Skye is not just your Key, she’s my little sister’s best friend.” Wyatt said slowly, and I relaxed only a fraction. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating–”
“You know damn well what I’m insinuating,” I said through clenched teeth. “And I’ve yet to hear adenial.”
Things were suddenly making a lot of sense.
They knew each other. They had to. Skye supported my counseling, but she never wanted to join me. She never came close to the door. Never said hi to Wyatt. In fact, one could say they clearly made an effort not to speak to each other whenever I was here.
I suddenly thought back to our first encounter in that garden in the woods. How absolutely shattered she’d been.
‘Someone hurt me today,’she’d said.‘It wasn’t for the first time, either.’
She’d gone to see her counselor that day. Because of her freakout in the night. I’d heard students discussing it, how she’d run out into the rain in tiny shorts and a tank top and Mia had thrown some icicles into a tree.
“It was you,” I whispered, realization draining the blood from my body, leaving me feeling cold for just an instant before heat filled my veins.
Wyatt’s eyes widened a fraction, and then he barely raised his hand in time to block the fireball I sent at his head. The heat surged through me, demanding an outlet. I had never lost control. I wouldnotlose control here.
“Fuck, Aiden, stop!” Wyatt shouted, ducking behind his desk just in time to miss my next shot.
“What did you do to her?” I was on my feet, my arms glowing and hot, another fireball ready to go.
Anger.Unbelievableanger surged through me along with the flames, roaring inside of me likeIwould catch fire if I couldn’t release it.
This fucker had hurt Skye. He’d hurt Skye and listened to me every appointment, talking about how much I loved her, how good she was for me. He’d been using me, grasping at straws about her from what I’d shared with him.
Every appointment was now in question. Every question he’d ever asked about her. Every time he’d insinuated I wasn’t good enough for her, that I was too impulsive, that she’d be a hinderance to me and my studies.
I launched another stream of fire right at him as red descendedover my vision. Wyatt only dropped to hide under his desk as my fire scorched the wood across the top, some of his paperwork going up in flames.
I kicked the desk hard, sending it back several feet with Wyatt still cowering beneath it.
What the fuck?
Didn’t Wyatt have an earth affinity? Why didn’t he throw dirt at me or something?
Son of a bitch probably thought he was being noble.
For all I knew, he was about to lecture me about my impulsivity, or how unhinged I was, how I acted just how my mother described me. For all I knew, he was recording me to send it right to Mother so she’d fucking kill me and then he could have Skye all to himself.
Static had my hackles rising, the hair on my arms standing on end as I stared him down.
How much damage had he done to my brain? What had he really been telling my mother?
“I could kill you for this,” I seethed. “Whatever game you’re playing at, I’ll fucking ruin you, Wyatt. You won’t take her from me. I won’t let you.”
“Aiden, you need to calm down.” Wyatt said, holding his hands up placatingly. He pointedly ignored the burn marks down the center of his desk, holding my eye contact instead.
“You think I would let something happen to her? She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you fucking asshole. You hurt her. And then you twisted up my fucking mind and she…she had to fix it.”
“My issues with Skye have nothing to do with us,” Wyatt said defensively. “My sessions with you have all been completely separate from what’s going on with me and Skye.”
I leaned forward, placing my hands flat on the desk and allowing the wood to smoke from my heat.
“I’m never coming back here.” I said firmly.
“That’s not up to you, Aiden. If your mother finds out–”
