A Shade of Blood (A Shade of Vampire #2)(13)

I sat right back in my seat and looked at each one of them. I could do whatever I wanted with them… use them, break them, bed them. No one would think worse of me for it. No one but Sofia.

“I really don’t care what happens to any of you. Right now, all I need from you is to make sure that nobody finds out that Ben and Sofia are gone. Nobody. I already warned Sam and Kyle that they too are not to breathe a word of this to anyone. As far as everyone at The Shade is concerned, they’re still locked up somewhere in this house, or dead. As for the three of you, I don’t know… The only reason you mattered to me in the first place was because you mattered to her.”

“What makes you think we no longer matter to her?”

“What don’t you get, Ashley?” I snapped at her, feeling the rage that was undoubtedly showing in my face. “She’s no longer here! It’s not like she’ll ever return to find out what I decide to do to you. I could swing you over my back, take you to my bedroom and do the most despicable things to you. She wouldn’t ever know.”

It was obvious that the threat stunned them because a chilling silence followed.

It was Rosa who broke the silence. “But you won’t do that, because you still care about what Sofia will think.”

“Maybe so, but so what?”

Ashley smirked. She leaned back in her seat, shaking her head as she focused her almond-shaped eyes right on me. “It’s funny.”

“Yes? What is?”

“You spent so much time with her, practically demanded it of her to give you her time, and yet you still don’t seem to have the slightest clue what kind of girl Sofia is.”

I straightened up in my seat. “What are you talking about?”

“With people she cares deeply about still here – us… you… we know Sofia well enough to tell that she would want to come back.” Ashley stood up and glared at me. “You’d know that too if you actually got to know her all those times you were keeping her in your bedroom.”

Seemingly done chastising me for not knowing Sofia well enough, Ashley stormed out of the room. Paige quickly followed suit. It was Rosa, however, who gave me that one remaining ray of hope that there was still a possibility I could get Sofia back. She gave me a tentative half-smile and said, “Sofia cared deeply about you.”

I wanted to believe, to hope, but the ever present voice of darkness once again hissed at me. And look where caring about you got her. I shook the thought of her coming back away, eliminating all hope that she could once again be in my arms. Keeping her here would only put her in danger. Just let go of her, Derek. Just let go.

CHAPTER 10: SOFIA

Night was the only time Ben and I chose to stay indoors. We decided to take a one-bedroom suite at the hotel, considering that as best friends, we’d slept in a single bed without malice dozens of times. For some reason, however, things changed and the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Ben felt uncomfortable, almost like it was a betrayal to Derek.

Back at The Shade, after Lucas killed Gwen, Derek asked me to start sleeping in his bedroom. He was more able to protect me that way. I couldn’t even explain why, but it seemed the most natural thing for us to be in the same room. I expected for some period of adjustment, with a lot of awkwardness; him being a virile, attractive young man and myself being, well, a young woman. I was surprised by how well we adjusted to one another. It was like a dance. We just naturally knew how to move around each other. He got me and I liked to think that I got him too.

I couldn’t understand why, but something changed between Ben and me. The rapport we had was gone. Our interactions felt forced. I assumed that the problem was with me and how my mind kept roaming back to Derek, so I shoved thoughts of my vampire captor out of my head. I had to push away thoughts of how much I missed Derek in order to let Ben in again. It was, after all, how Derek got to me in the first place – when I allowed myself to stop pining for Ben.

As I sat on my side of the bed, lightly bouncing over it as I grabbed a pillow, I huffed and gave Ben a small pout.

“What?” he asked.

“I hate this.”

“Hate what?”

“This! This tension … Since when are we so on edge around each other, Ben?”

The expression in his eyes softened. I knew he couldn’t deny that there was some level of awkwardness, because he had barely spoken to me since our trip down memory lane back at the beach. He sat beside me and grinned as he cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes falling on me. “I don’t understand how you could still appear so fair and pink and soft in spite of the fact that we spent the whole day in the sun.”

“Fair and pink and soft? You make me sound like a pig…”

“No… You’re pretty, Sofia. It’s just weird how you never seem to get sunburn.”

“That also means I never get that perfect tan you have.”

I didn’t realize how much I missed the arrogant grin on his face until I saw it again. “Yes, yes… The sun does love me. How did you describe me that one time?” He squinted an eye at me. “I believe you called me a Greek god…”

I rolled my eyes. “You never do get tired of bringing that up, do you? I was being sarcastic.”

“Riiight… You keep telling yourself that.” A self-satisfied smile formed on his lips as he lay flat on his back over the bed.