A Shade of Blood (A Shade of Vampire #2)(68)

It was midday, yet it was obvious that Lucas had been drinking. He had his arm over a giggling, sparsely clothed bar wench and a cask of wine in one hand.

“Where’s Vivienne?” I asked him.

He blinked his eyes several times, unsure if he was really seeing me. “Derek?”

I brushed past him and entered the house, eager to see my sister. “Vivienne!”

“She’s not here.” Lucas swallowed hard.

I knew then that something was very wrong. “Where is she? What happened?” My pulse began to race, my heartbeat doubled. Something’s wrong.

He rubbed the back of his neck with a hand and motioned to his wench to go away. Even in his drunken stupor, guilt was evident in the way he was conducting himself.

“What have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything!” he defended himself, arms raised in the air in surrender. “Derek… you must understand… There was nothing we could do about it…”

“Do about what? Understand what? Where the hell is Vivienne?!”

“Lord Maslen asked for her. She was brought to their estate only this morning.”

Blood pounded in my veins at the information I was given. Lord Maslen was baron of the lands we were living in. His eldest son, Borys, had his eye on Vivienne for years. She told me many times that she couldn’t stand the thought of being with him. It made me sick to my stomach thinking of what they could possibly want from Vivienne.

“You know what trouble we could get into if we defy the Maslens…” Lucas continued his defense. “How were we to say no?”

“It’s easy, Lucas. You just utter the word. No.” I stared at my older brother in disbelief. It was amazing to me what kind of a spineless coward he always proved to be.

“As if that would’ve done any good! These are the Maslens we’re speaking of. They could have our heads if we just look at them the wrong way. It’s not like we can just go against them by withholding Vivienne from them.”

“Why the bloody hell not?! She’s our sister! She’s not some piece of property they can have at their whim. We’re not their slaves!”

“They have all the power.”

“Only the power that we give them, Lucas. No more than that.”

“It’s not that simple.” Lucas shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “She’s Borys’ betrothed… She’s come of age… They said it was time to give Borys what was his.”

“Betrothed?!” I spat, a subsequent slew of curses escaping my mouth.

“Without our knowledge – and even hers – father promised Vivienne to Borys Maslen in exchange for a generous dowry…”

I froze. Generous dowry… When our mother died, we were deep in debt and about to lose the farm. I tried to contribute by working as a bard at the local tavern. Vivienne too was attempting to contribute, working as an apprentice for a local merchant. Even Lucas did more than his typical bare minimum with his chores at the farm. Even with all of us pulling our own weight, we were still about to lose the farm. Then suddenly, father had come by a huge sum of money to pay off our debts. He refused to let us know where the money came from. Now I knew where he got it. He sold his own daughter to that demon.

“Derek, we had no choice…”

“To hell with that. There is always a choice.” I brushed past him and headed out, determined to find my father. I knew that there was only one place to look. Muscles flexed, fists balled and ready to make a hit, I marched through the muddy roads of our village. I wanted to strangle my father.

Fear and worry grated at me, the uncertainty of what my sister was going through in Borys Maslen’s hands was overwhelming my senses. Passersby who happened to stand in my path quickly stepped aside in order to give way to me. Even at eighteen, I’d already grown a reputation as someone no one ought to mess with and my demeanor as I charged past them toward the village tavern was far from welcoming.

I pushed the tavern’s door open and immediately laid eyes upon our father. When I found him, tipsy and laughing with some of his comrades, I saw red. I lunged for him, tackled him to the ground and began hitting him on the face.

“How dare you do that to your own daughter! How could you send Vivienne there!”

I’d already thrown several blows when my father was able to hit me back. With a few swift moves, he managed to roll me over so that he had me pinned to the ground.

“Watch who you pick fights with, boy.” He spat the blood on his lips out on the floor beside me. “Your sister belongs to Borys Maslen now. There are far worse places to be for a young woman. Being the wife of a future baron – a very wealthy one about that - isn’t such a bad thing, is it now?”

I stared up at my father, fighting back the tears, terror filling me. “You say that because you don’t know Borys Maslen. You just gave your daughter up to the devil.”

At that, my father only laughed at me. “Why so tightly wound up, son?” He lightly slapped his palm over my cheeks as he staggered upwards, letting go of me. “The lad may be a self-absorbed brat, but he’s no devil. Have a drink, Derek. It might loosen you up.”

I watched with disgust as my own father brushed off the thought of having given away his own daughter to the nobleman’s son. I gritted my teeth, knowing fully well that the Maslens were far from noble.