A Castle of Sand (A Shade of Vampire #3)(33)
Author: Bella Forrest

“What’s going on, Gavin?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, Gav…” One of the young men nodded. “What’s going on? What’s the prince’s pet doing here?” At the sight of him, the first thing I noticed was the scar that lined his face from the middle of his forehead to his left cheekbone. It was clear to see that he held some sort of authority in the group.

“Relax, Ian. We can trust her. She won’t rat us out.”

“And I’m supposed to take your word for it?” Ian challenged.

Gavin shrugged and nodded. “Yes.”

Ian shifted his focus on me. “Why should we trust you? For all we know, the prince allowed you to live here in The Catacombs to spy on us.”

I chuckled dryly. “Yes. That’s me. A spy.” I rolled my eyes as I made myself comfortable on one of the vacant wooden chairs in the room. “Spying on the humans here in The Catacombs is the last thing on Derek’s mind.”

“Derek? So you’re on a first name basis with him?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “How is that a problem?”

“It’s not…it’s just that the last time I’ve heard a human refer to a vampire from the Elite on a first name basis was Anna.”

My stomach turned at the information I was given, but I turned my thoughts to other things. “What exactly is going on here?”

Gavin leaned back in his seat and looked at our companions. “These fools are planning a revolt.”

Murmurs and protests filled the room as the group made it known how indignant they were that Gavin would just blurt their secret out like that.

I was staring at them like they’d gone bat crazy. “A revolt?” I asked, after the murmurs subsided. “Against the vampires? That’s insanity.”

“That’s exactly what I told them.” Gavin shrugged.

“Look around you, Red.” Ian gestured to our surroundings. “Can you blame us for wanting something better? But of course, you wouldn’t understand, would you? You’re living in that suite of yours lavished upon you by your lover boy, the prince. You’ve no idea what it’s like to grow up here at The Shade, to live every single day in fear. We’ve had enough.”

It took a moment to register that it was me he was referring to with the name Red. Memories of Ben came flooding back, but I shoved them away in place of more urgent matters. “When was the last time an uprising was ever held at The Shade? Do you remember?” I asked, remembering the information I read from Derek’s journal at the Lighthouse.

The silence was enough of an answer.

“Of course you don’t remember, because the last time there was a human uprising, all humans involved were killed. No one lived to tell the story. You don’t stand a chance against the vampires. Derek has been going through painstaking lengths to get their military force trained. They’re formidable against hunters. What makes you think you can even do anything to scratch them?”

“Is this why you brought her here?” Ian asked Gavin. “She’s the prince’s spokesperson?”

Gavin didn’t respond. He seemed content to let us do all the talking.

I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind.

“Do you really think we care if we die, Red?” Ian addressed me after rolling his eyes at Gavin. “We’re just tired. We’re going to die eventually anyway. We might as well die fighting.”

I understood their desperation, but what they were about to do was straight up suicide. “There’s got to be a better way.”

“There is,” one of the girls spoke up—a lovely brunette with violet eyes that reminded me of Vivienne’s. “We just have to get Corrine on our side. All she has to do is lift the protective spell over the island and it’s over. The sun will do all the killing for us. Nothing makes a vampire more vulnerable than sunlight.”

“Word is that you have sway not only when it comes to the prince, but also with Corrine…” Ian eyed me hopefully. “Would you talk to her? Without putting us at risk?”

And betray Derek by endangering him and everything he’s been fighting for? “I don’t think I can do that. I’m sorry. Besides, Corrine has been advocating human rights in this island since she got here. If she wanted to lift the spell, she already would’ve.”

“So you’re not going to help us?” Ian asked.

Gavin straightened on his seat. “Sofia, just talk to Corrine. She barely knows any of us and she’d probably just laugh us off if we spoke to her, but if you talk to her, then maybe she can shed some wisdom on all of this, because we all know that a revolt would just get us all killed and I don’t want that to happen.”

I glared at Gavin, hating that he managed to put me in the predicament I was in. Why are you doing this? “I’ll see what I can do, but for now, don’t do anything foolish. This revolt of yours will be more trouble than you could ever imagine.”

They all agreed as long as I promised to have a word with Corrine. When Gavin and I left, I couldn’t keep myself from confronting him. “You know how I feel for Derek and how much I love him. Why would you put me on the spot, Gavin?”

“Because I want you to realize that if the vampires proceed with a culling, the humans aren’t just going to stand back and take it. They probably don’t even realize it, but there’ll be more bloodshed than they’re capable of handling.”

“What do you expect me to do with all this information?”

“Sofia, the prince is practically putty in your hands and Corrine thinks highly enough of you to actually allow him to transform half of an entire level in The Catacombs into your quarters. You’re here for a reason. Maybe this is it, Sofia. You have to do something to at least try and avoid all this coming bloodshed.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Talk to Corrine.”

I huffed at him before walking on. We were nearing my quarters and from the door opening, I could already see Derek waiting in my living room. I missed being around him, but the idea of talking to him after everything I had witnessed and heard of made my mind whirl. It felt like I was betraying him just by knowing what I knew.

Upon seeing me, he stood up from the couch and looked at me with so much yearning that I could almost sense the ache he felt. He quickly shifted his focus from me to Gavin. He began to shuffle on his feet.

I couldn’t help but smile. Is he nervous?