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Victor had gone to Amber to ask her what she had told Wendy to make the latter afraid of him. Of course Amber laughed at the way he had put it but she did not offer any other explanation. The only thing she did explain was why she was not telling him and that was because Wendy had sworn to kill her if she ever repeated the words to anyone.
He went to Wendy's room knowing that she would be there. He knocked on the door but the knob opened halfway then stopped. `Who is it?' Wendy called out.
`It's me,' he waited for the door to open but it didn't. `It's Victor.'
`What do you want?'
`To talk to you.'
`You can't come in.'
`Fine, how about you come out then.'
He waited but the door still did not open. `I'll meet you in the ballroom in five minutes.'
Victor was about to object but thought better of it. `Five minutes.' Five minutes he was pacing about in the ballroom. Wendy came in about a minute after the five. She seemed more herself than she was earlier. She stopped a few steps before him and waited. `What did Amber tell you about me?'
`It wasn't about you.'
`Because you need to understand that it was a long time ago and it ended years ago.' `What ended?'
`Didn't Amber tell you that we dated?'
`You dated Amber?'
`I guess that was not it,' he wished he hadn't said it. `How come you didn't tell me?' `You never asked,' Victor countered.
`I should have known, the way that you were always siding with her.' `I can't believe this.'
`That you were naturally inclined to side with your ex-girlfriend?'
`That you think there is something between me and Amber.' He paused. `Yes we went out but it was only because we had nothing better to do. There was no attraction and no passion between us.'
`Then why were you going out?'
`Because we were age-mates and to be honest we were just experimenting on things.' `Right!' She retorted sarcastically.
`If you didn't know, Amber is now with Ken and she really likes him.' Victor stared at her.
She had nothing to say. `Are you going to tell me what Amber told you?'
`No, it's embarrassing even if I think about it.'
`Well, then,' he removed something from his pocket. It was a small box wrapped with a ribbon. He handed it to her. As she was removing the ribbon, he said, `I would have given it to you sooner but you were avoiding me.' She laughed softly and opened the box. In a soft cushion there was something like small thin chain with an ornament hanging from it. She pulled it out. `It's an anklet.' Wendy raised her eyebrow. `I was thinking more in the terms of what you could put on every day. And since I have never actually seen you putting on jewelry, I figured nobody would be looking at your legs.'
`Except you?' she smiled at him.
He looked away slightly abashed. `I- guess that's true.'
`Then would you do me the honor,' she handed him the anklet and went to sit down. He followed her and when she put her right leg over her left and raised the hem of the skirt she was wearing. He got on his knees. He put the anklet on her ankle but instead of letting go he passed his hand over her leg as he admired her skin then found himself looking up at her. She was holding her breathe.
`I love it,' she could barely hear herself.
He reached to her face and tacked her hair behind her ear. He moved closer to her and barely an inch from her lips he whispered, `and I love you.‟ Her lips were warm, full and moist. He could feel the heat rising within him as he deepened the kiss. How he wished he could do this every time he saw her. She suddenly thrust her tongue in his mouth and moaned. She came down to him and pressed her body on his. Oh god please! He shouted in his thoughts.
`Victor,' someone called from far away. He tried to stop but every time he pulled away he wanted her more. `Victor,' the voice sounded much closer.
`Wendy,' Victor called then pulled suddenly away from her. He didn't see the questioning look from Wendy. He turned back to her and realized that they were both panting. `I have to go,' he said then brushed her lips again then stood up and helped her up.
`Victor, Sidney is asking for you. Amber is about to take her back into the trance.'
It was Ken's voice. Then he wasn't imagining it. `I'll be right there.' But Ken was waiting for him. It seemed reasonable to him since he knew what Victor was going through. He realized that the person that they needed to watch was Victor since he was now so vulnerable around Wendy. Victor looked up at the former. Ken gestured something and Victor sighed. He turned to Wendy.
`Goodnight.'
`Goodnight to you too,' she replied before he walked away.
They walked through the corridors for a long time with none of them talking but Victor could feel Ken's eyes on him. `It's a wonder Henry let you stay around his daughter!'
`What are you talking about?'
`You can't keep it hidden for long, your passion for her and Henry should have known it.' `I gave him my word.'
`That is not the point Victor; you were going to have her right there on the floor if I hadn't interrupted.'
`You can't be sure I wouldn't have been able to stop.'
`No, I can't but I can tell you the next time you find yourself alone with her in the room there is no escaping what will happen next. Unfortunately, once you cross that line, you can never go back.'
`What do you mean?'
`I mean that once you commit to her then you will never be able to look at her differently than that. You have to be sure that she does love you.'
`Are you speaking from experience, Ken?'
`Not personally.'
`Then I should tell you that I can take care of myself and I don't need you to come checking up on me.'
When they entered everyone's eyes turned to him. They could see the slightly frazzled Victor but none of them said anything. They just assumed that it was because of what Sidney had told them a few seconds earlier. When Madison had died, her powers were divided between them but for Sidney, she didn't have her powers and so the new ones just took over the empty space but for Victor, it was different. He had his own powers and therefore the ones that he got were additional ones. He would need time to adjust to them but he had to do so on his own. Now that they all knew that they didn't want to hint at anything like that. Like Sidney had said, he had to find out on his own.