A Chase of Prey (A Shade of Vampire #11)(35)

None of us were any closer to answering the questions that surrounded us either. The more we tried to decipher the black witches’ reasoning, the more confused we became. I could only hope that Corrine and Ibrahim would return soon with my daughter, and hopefully with them bring back an understanding of what was really going on and what these black witches’ motivations truly were.

The thought had occurred to me more than once that perhaps it was too late to save Rose. That they could have already taken from her what they wanted. Vivienne’s surge of dark visions hardly served to make us feel any better.

But Derek and I had to hold out hope. We’d been through enough desperate situations in our lives to know that we couldn’t allow ourselves to fold to grief or desperation. We had to stay strong, for Ben if nobody else.

Since Rose’s absence, I’d been thinking a lot about our son. I guessed that Derek had too, but it wasn’t until after a week of Rose’s absence that I voiced what had been playing on my mind ever since our discussion with Mona.

I waited until night, when Ben had retired to his room, and I lay in bed with Derek. I snuggled closer against him, looking deep into his blue eyes.

“Derek,” I whispered, for I was afraid that if I spoke, my voice would crack. “I don’t think Ben should wait any longer before turning into a vampire.”

The way my husband looked back at me, I could immediately see that he’d already had this thought himself. If we turned Ben into a vampire, his blood would lose its special quality.

Derek drew me closer and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“I agree,” he whispered back.

“But we need to think how to break this to Ben. I don’t want him to ever think that we pressured him into this decision. I want it to come from him and know that it’s what he really wants.”

“Darling, the twins have wanted to become vampires since they were children. We were the ones who told them to wait until eighteen.”

“I know. I… I’m just nervous.”

“We’ll talk to him about this first thing tomorrow morning. I think he’ll be happy we’re giving our blessing for him to turn earlier.”

I paused, closing my eyes. “Now I just wish that we’d turned Rose sooner…” My voice choked up and I had to fight not to break down again.

Derek gripped me tighter. “So do I. But there’s no point lamenting the past.” He held my face in his hands and kissed me. “When we get Rose back—and I do say when—we’ll turn her immediately. And I know she’ll be just as eager to turn as Ben will be. Then the two of them will no longer be such walking targets.”

I thought of Anna’s children. They were still young. It seemed unfair to turn even Ariana and Jason at such a young age, not to speak of Kiev, who was still an infant. We’d already been to visit Anna to discuss the potential danger her children were in as soon as we’d spoken to Mona about it. I suspected that Anna and Kyle might have already had the same conversation Derek and I were having.

“What do you think Anna and Kyle will do? I mean, Ariana is at least in her teens now. But Jason isn’t. And young Kiev? I’ve never even heard of a vampire baby. It just wouldn’t be humane to subject an infant to that kind of trauma.”

“Then they will have to take the risk that they will be able to keep him safe until all this danger has passed.”

I paused, biting my lip. “What if it doesn’t pass? What if Kiev was right when he said that we may just have to learn to survive alongside these witches, rather than hope to ever get rid of them completely?”

Derek swallowed hard. He had been trying to reassure me that things would work out—after all, we were no strangers to storms—but even he couldn’t find a single word of comfort. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Sofia, let’s just get some sleep now. We’ll talk to Ben, Anna and Kyle in the morning.”

Chapter 22: Sofia

We caught Ben in the kitchen before he left for school. Derek sat down at the kitchen table while I walked up to my son and held his shoulders. “We need to talk.”

He looked from me to his father, shrugging his bag off his shoulder and placing it down on the counter. “About what?”

Ben pulled up a seat at the table opposite Derek, while I sat between them. I looked at Derek, raising my eyebrows to see if he’d prefer to broach the subject.

“Ben,” he said, looking seriously at our son, “I’m guessing that you’ve had this thought already, but your mother and I have been talking and… we don’t think you should wait any longer to turn into a vampire.”

Ben’s lips parted, his eyes widening.

“Understand that we’re not forcing you into this. But you know the risks now that come with remaining a human. You know you’ll be hunted down as long as your blood remains as it is. This is your choice, so if you decide you would prefer to remain a human, that’s fine. But you need to understand the risks. As for your father’s and my preference, we just want you to be safe.”

Ben leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

I felt worried that he didn’t answer immediately. I’d hoped that he would be able to give me an answer without even thinking because at least that would indicate there was no doubt in his mind. Previously I’d been afraid of my twins’ ardent desire to turn into bloodsuckers, and now I was worried about the possible lack of it at the time when he most needed it.