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

your friends took out the Alliance.
If you saw me there; I would have gone down with them.”
    “Okay, I’m sorry, but I’m just not buying
this whole, I need you thing.”
    I turned around and started walking away,
before I got far, he grabbed my hand and spun me around. He caught
me by the waist, and before I could do anything, his lips were
pressed against mine. I pushed him away without much effort—he let
me.
    “I’m sorry,” he said as he backed away with
his fingers touching his lips. He sat back down on the bench, and I
walked to the car. My legs almost gave out a few times; I was
shaking so badly.
    I got into the car and sat down, grateful to
be unseen. I tried to slow my heartbeat, and stop my hands from
shaking. I tried to stop the thoughts running through my mind. I
brought my forehead down to the steering wheel and just sat
there.
    I felt awful, like it was my fault, as far as
I was concerned, it was. In all honesty, a very small part of me
seemed to come alive in that moment, and that part was begging to
go back.
    I felt like I was going to lose it, like I
would self-combust—in all actuality it would have been the easiest
thing. I was in love with Dante, but now a part of me had been
awakened, and all that part wanted, was to look into those
sparkling green eyes again. I wasn’t even sure if I believed him, I
wasn’t sure if I really thought he was good, but being good had
never gotten me anywhere , that small piece of me argued.
    Internal conflict flooded through me. It felt
like the sheer frustration pulsing through my veins, was setting my
heart on fire. I kept my forehead on the cool, leather steering
wheel, though it did little to calm me. I needed to drive away
right now, but I didn’t want to go home.
    I imagined Dante’s dark-brown eyes, staring
at me in wonder. All the love I needed, showed in his smile. He was
perfect, and something was wrong with me. I couldn’t imagine ever
letting him down. I couldn’t imagine ever telling him this. I
couldn’t imagine lying to his perfect face. I wanted to die. I felt
tears streaming down my face, before I even knew they were
coming.
    I heard the passenger door open, and Skylar
got in the car. He just sat there. I took my head off the steering
wheel and looked over at him. That small piece of me couldn’t
control me, but I felt it trying to dig deeper and deeper toward
the surface of my conscience.
    “I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered.
“You should go. It’s never been harder for me to ignore this.”
    “Can I still reach you at the same number?” I
asked. My voice was dull, lifeless.
    “Yeah, yeah,” he said as he reached for the
handle and got out of the car. He stopped for one long moment and
just stared at whatever he could see of me in the darkness.
     
    It was amazing what could change in five
minutes. I was no longer sure of who I was or what I wanted. It was
like every emotion in my body was being fought by another. I
couldn’t make up my mind about what was wrong or right, or how I
felt in this moment.
    I drove down the road. The streetlights
overhead lit the car for a short time as I drove under them. I came
up to my driveway and thought about turning around. Everything was
so messed up, and I couldn’t even think about facing Dante. I
couldn’t look into those deep-brown eyes; I couldn’t hurt him.
    Then, I saw his front door open. He walked
out toward the car and got in the passenger seat as Skylar had done
less than twenty minutes ago.
    He sat there staring into my eyes without a
word, but I couldn’t look back, not into his eyes. Instead, I
focused on his soft, perfect lips. He grabbed my chin and tilted my
head up so that I was looking right into his eyes, right through
his soul it seemed. There was pain there, it was evident. He could
see right through me. My face fell. He knew something was up, and
if he asked, I had no choice but to tell him.
    He moved his fingers from my chin and rested
his palm on my