Page 150 of Firestorm
“She’s not going to find out anything,” I cut him off. The heat inside me increased again, the static making my arms tremble. “If Skye had told me what you did to her…”
“You’d what?” Wyatt challenged, then narrowed his eyes behind me.
I let my hands heat even further. The desk smoked and groaned under the pressure, and I pushed down just enough for the wood to begin splintering, ready to crack down the middle.
Suddenly, a surge of heat flared from me, crackling out into the room. Wyatt ducked behind his desk as shattering sounded overhead and the glass from the fluorescent lights rained down on us. The room plunged into near darkness, only the two windows behind his desk providing some daylight from the overcast sky outside.
“You’re not stronger than me,” I said lowly, ignoring the shards of glass that fell from my hair as I shook my head. “I’m not an idiot. I’m much fucking worse. You should know. You root around my mind on a weekly basis.”
Wyatt didn’t reply.
“What’s wrong?” I taunted. “You never saw this coming? Never realized how protective I was over what’s mine? Never noticed how I’m impulsive enough to attack a staff member and not feel bad? You don’t think I’d be willing to kill a man for wronging me?”
Wyatt shifted, clearly rattled by what I’d said. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, someone interrupted.
“What the hell is going on in here?! Craig, are you alright?” Carissa’s voice squawked from the doorway. “Brandt, Jesus, your mother is–”
“Fix it, Wyatt.” I seethed quietly.
This was his one fucking chance. If my mother found out about this, I was dead anyway. There was nothing stopping me from killing him and anyone else who got in my way as I ran for Skye to get us out of here. I wasn’t sure where we’d even go, but I knew she had a brother she trusted with her life and something told me I could trust him, too.
“Carissa, stop.” Wyatt said, his voice firm. “Everything is under control.” Wyatt stood, straightening his crooked tie before walking around the desk and placing a hand on my shoulder. I resisted the urge to bristle at his touch. “We were working on some exposure therapy. Things can get out of hand, but everything is fine. I’m not hurt.”
Carissa was silent for a moment. “Alright. But…destruction of school property gets a detention.”
I stiffened.
Wyatt blew out a breath. “Alright then, he can serve it now.”
Now?
I had plans with Skye.
Plans that included me being under her, hopefully.
Fuck, my dick was getting hard just thinking about it.
Not the time.
The moment Carissa’s footsteps disappeared, I shrugged Wyatt’s hand off of me.
Wyatt ended up back behind his desk. He took his coffee from where it stood precariously close to the edge and took a gulp before grimacing.
“You made it burning hot again,” he muttered. I smiled as I imagined his burnt tongue. “You can’t get out of the detention, but you won’t be punished for this. I’ll make sure Lucille hears nothing of it.”
I only stared at him.
“For what it’s worth…Iamsorry, Aiden. What’s happening between me and Skye is…complicated.” Wyatt looked pained as he took another tentative sip of coffee while he absently rubbed at his chest.
Irritation flared through me all over again.
How many times had I seen Skye do that same motion?
Everyfucking time she brought me to my appointment.
I scowled, almost wincing at the crackling static rolling down my arms.
“I’m not coming back here,” I said. “Handle the shit with my mother, but you’re staying the fuck out of my head from now on.”
