Page 163 of Firestorm
“Why don’t you want me, Wyatt?” I whispered.
Silence greeted me. Wyatt’s lips pursed, like he was fighting the urge to spill all his secrets, and I hated that.
“Iamhere for you, Skye. Even if I can’t be with you in the way you were hoping. I can still help you–”
I choked out another laugh.
This man was beyond delusional.
“The way I washoping?” I cried. “Youran fromme!”
“I’m not proud of how I acted before,” Wyatt said, frantically running a hand through his hair. “I regret running from you. I never should have crossed the physical line with you. For that, I’m sorry.”
My jaw dropped.
“You fucking asshole,” I whispered.
We sat in silence for several seconds while Wyatt gathered his thoughts. I was two seconds away from leaving the office when he spoke again.
“I can’t allow you to continue lying to Aiden.”
My heart dropped. I could envision it almost immediately, Wyatttelling Aiden what I was hiding, Aiden being so frightened that he rejected and left me–
My eyes dropped to the thin carpet beneath my feet and I trembled.
How could Wyatt threaten me that way? How did we end up here?
I couldn’t lose Aiden. Icouldn’t.
Wyatt’s voice filtered through my consciousness, but I couldn’t catch onto it.
My mind was spiraling. Nothing was making sense. The idea of Aiden rejecting me was so terrifying I thought I’d had a heart attack and died right there on the spot.
“Skye,” Wyatt’s voice called for me again, and something touched my cheek, making me flinch hard.
Suddenly, the wooden chair I was sitting in jerked backward, knocking me out and sending my knees crashing into the floor. I yelped at the sudden pain in my knees, and then oxygen was making it back into my lungs.
I gasped for air while on my hands and knees, shuddering from how bad the panic had been. I didn’t even understand how it’d come on so quickly.
“Skye,” Wyatt called out. My head jerked up and I sucked in a sharp breath as I took in what’d happened around me.
Wyatt was on the ground behind his desk, which had been pushed nearly into the wall. A few pens were floating over the desk. Papers hovered off the floor. Even his coffee cup was floating. Wyatt stared at the floating objects with a mixture of horror, shock, and awe, and then he turned back to me.
“Skye,” he whispered as he stood. He took a step to move around his desk, and then I snapped.
A blast of air surged from behind me, knocking Wyatt backward. His burnt desk screeched across the floor as it was pushed haphazardly to the side. The couch and chairs all squeaked back a few inches. Some books fell from the bookshelf. One by one, the lightbulbs grew brighter, then shattered. I briefly remembered how Aiden said he’d shattered the bulbs, too, and part of me was happy I’d fucked up the new lights.
Glass rained down onto me from above, rolling off my skin likewater, as I rose to my full height. My earlier panic was replaced with anger.
Anger that Wyatt was such a dick. Anger that he’d hurt Aiden. Anger that he’d threatened me.
“My relationship with Aiden is none of your business, Wyatt. You don’t get to dictate how anything goes in my life anymore.”
Wyatt said nothing, reaching toward me then freezing as I held him in place with my affinity. His eyes widened in fear, but I didn’t do anything else to him, even though I wanted to squeeze him until he popped.
“You don’t dictateanythingin my life,” I said, my voice slightly stronger even as my chest felt like it was splitting open. “Because I…I’m rejecting you, Wyatt. You don’t want me? I don’t want you either.”
Wyatt gasped, his hand flying to his chest as he staggered back, bumping into his desk and nearly falling to the ground.
