A Shadow of Light (A Shade of Vampire #4)(46)
Author: Bella Forrest

“In her bedroom, but so is…”

I knew the warning he was about to give me. Sofia would be there—I had no doubt about it, but I didn’t care. My twin was alive. Vivienne survived. At that moment, this was all that mattered to me as I sped toward her penthouse, not caring to listen to the rest of Xavier’s warning… I rushed past the people huddled in my sister’s living room—most of them there to greet Sofia I was sure—and finally reached Vivienne’s bedside.

My senses went on overdrive the moment Sofia’s eyes met mine. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching Vivienne’s hand as she fed Vivienne a vial of blood. For a moment, I couldn’t return my focus back on Vivienne, because Sofia’s presence was so overwhelming.

“Please leave…” I sounded like I was begging her. “I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

Sofia nodded. I knew she understood why I needed to be away from her, but I was also aware that the truth gave little consolation to either one of us. Still, she graciously obliged, helping my sister drink the last of the blood before sidestepping me and passing by to leave me with Vivienne.

I was using up all my will power just to stand still the moment Sofia passed me by. When the door shut close and she was no longer in the room, I remained rooted to my spot for a few more seconds before I could gather my wits about me and make my way to my sister.

“Vivienne… I thought I’d lost you…” My voice broke as I held her hand.

She seemed frail and weak, a pale shadow of my stunning and vibrant sister, but she managed to smile at me as she squeezed my hand. “Derek… You look incredible.”

“You’re alive.”

“I want to see Father, Derek. I have something important to tell him.”

My gut clenched. How on earth was I going to tell her about everything that had been going on between our father and me? How was I to tell her that I took over the kingdom, that I was now king of The Shade and Gregor was in a prison cell?

“Don’t worry.” Vivienne nodded. “I have a fair idea of what’s happening. That’s why I need to speak with him. It’s a matter of great importance.”

“I’ll see it done,” I promised.

“War is on the horizon, isn’t it?” she asked, her blue violet gaze settling on me with deep concern.

I nodded. “Yes. The other vampire covens are blaming me for what happened at The Oasis.”

“Sofia told me about that. I’m disappointed that you left her with the hunters, Derek. With everything going on, the burden of finding true sanctuary falls heavily on you. You’re losing time. You can’t afford to be apart from Sofia ever again. You can’t lose sight of light. Sofia is your lifeline, Derek.”

“I don’t know how to be with her, Vivienne. I crave her so much. How can she remain by my side without me destroying her?”

My sister smiled at me and gave me a look that made me feel like a stupid fool. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet? You are not strong enough to be away from Sofia. Darkness will eat you up and swallow you alive. You can last for a certain amount of time as you seemed to have done during this particular time away from her, but darkness will catch up with you, Derek. Make no mistake about it. Sofia is stronger than you give her credit for.”

“It’s not her weakness that I’m scared of. It’s mine. How do I keep myself from devouring her?”

“Does she deny you her blood, Derek?”

I shook my head, remembering the last time she bared her neck to me, coaxing me to drink, allowing me to have my fill. “She willingly lets me have as much of her blood as I need.”

“Then perhaps it would be better if you just partake of what she offers. Drink deep. Take what she gives.”

“And what do I give her in return for that?” Every bit of me was against what Vivienne was saying. The thought of just going ahead and drinking as much of Sofia’s blood as I craved made me sick. “I love her, Vivienne. How could I do that to her?”

“Maybe that love is enough for her, Derek.” She smiled at me. “I’m tired. I’d like some rest now. Go to her. Stop tormenting yourself. Stop tormenting her.”

She shut her eyes and I stood to my feet before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her temple. No words could express how grateful I was that she was there. I didn’t even want to think about what she had been through—I was certain that I had plenty of time to be righteously indignant over what the hunters had put her through. At that point, I was just thankful that I still had my twin, my ally—another Novak who wasn’t out to torture me or dethrone me.

I stepped out of the room and all eyes were immediately on me. Gavin’s, Ashley’s, Sam’s and Rosa’s. Aiden’s glare was fixed on me even as I shifted my eyes from him to his daughter. I didn’t need to look at Sofia to know that she was there. I was aware of her presence, my heart pounding at the very scent of her.

I gulped as I looked into her emerald eyes. Vivienne’s words echoed in my ear. Drink deep. I lost control. I just snapped. Before I knew what was going on, I had her pinned to a wall, my hands on her hips, raising her up so that she was barely on her tiptoes, my fangs bared, ready to sink into the milky white skin of her neck.

I was about to take the bite I so longed for, but out of nowhere, I still managed to scrounge up what was left of my self-control and step away from her. My thoughts cleared and suddenly, I could hear her humming. She was humming our song—the same one I hummed to her the night of her eighteenth birthday—the night I promised to stay true to her, to value her, to pursue her, to find a way to be with her.

I stared into her lovely face, looking up at mine, and realized once again how precious she was to me.

“You can control yourself, Derek.” she whispered soothingly as she took my hand in hers.

My fangs retracted and I could feel jolts of pleasure shoot through my spine when she reached up and gently pressed her lips against mine. She smiled at me before looking over my shoulder.

“I’m fine, Dad,” she assured.

My heart sank. Aiden Claremont had just witnessed me attacking his daughter. I turned to find Aiden trying to get away from the clasps of Sam and Ashley. Gavin, on the other hand, was holding a gun—one I was sure that Aiden had pointed at me when he saw me charge for Sofia.

Aiden was glaring daggers at me. “How many times have you done something like that to her? How many times have you pushed her against walls and had your way with her?”