A Shadow of Light (A Shade of Vampire #4)(12)

Pathetic saps. As if they could ever be deserving of my daughter… I was surprised by my own sense of overprotectiveness for her.

I found it ironic that I was thinking of her in that way, considering how the only person she seemed to loathe and avoid was me. In fact, when I first visited her at the atrium, she wouldn’t even look at me. She treated me like I was invisible.

All I could do was watch her interact with the other people around her while the head director of training, Julian, updated me about her progress.

“She’s learning fast,” he said. “She says that Derek Novak already gave her some basic training on how to defend herself against vampires before.”

“Why on earth would he do that?”

“She told me that he wanted her safe. I asked her why she never used it against the vampires who attacked her and she just shrugged and told me that they were all stronger than she was, and that she’s a pacifist at heart and kept forgetting to bring her wooden stake with her.” There was no mistaking the hint of amusement in Julian’s voice. Clearly, he was fond of my daughter. “Were you aware that she’s been stabbed with one before?”

I found it hard to process this information. “Stabbed? By a wooden stake?”

Julian nodded. “The stake was meant for Derek Novak. She pushed him away and was stabbed instead. He fed her his blood to heal her.”

I found the thought that she would risk her life on his behalf sickening—the fact that she’d been drinking his blood was even worse. I hated even thinking about the things she’d been through during the period he had kept her captive at The Shade.

“What do you plan to do about that?” Julian asked with hesitation.

“About what?”

“The fact that your daughter is in love with a vampire—and not just any ordinary vampire… She’s in love with Derek Novak.”

“I don’t know.” I groaned. This reality was haunting me. If I were to be honest with myself, I highly doubted that she was brainwashed. She wasn’t exhibiting any signs of having been brainwashed. She didn’t have the twitches, the paranoia, the confusion… She never spaced out into blank gazes. It was hard for me to accept, but it seemed her love for Derek Novak was genuine. It seems that I would have to brainwash her in order to get rid of her love for that vampire. The idea turned my stomach, and I wondered if I could really do that to my own daughter.

“She could make a great hunter.”

“Trust me when I say that she is never going to be one of us.” I’m afraid she loves him too much. I stood to my full height, squaring my shoulders as I let my gaze linger over Sofia, overcome by the force of emotions that coursed through me whenever I looked at her. I made a mistake abandoning her, but how could I have kept her with me? She reminds me so much of how beautiful and vibrant Camilla was.

“Are you alright, Reuben?”

“Of course.” I nodded. “Give me a regular report on her progress. Tell her that from now on, she is to keep a stake on her person at all times. Also, make sure that she learns how to use the guns. I won’t have her defenseless against those creatures again.”

After the conversation with Julian, I found myself aimlessly wandering the corridors of the headquarters, the inescapable ache caused by all the time I had lost with Sofia at the forefront of my thoughts. Somehow, my meandering brought me to the last place I thought I wanted to be: Ingrid’s cell.

I came just in time to see her finishing up a packet of animal blood. She grinned when she saw me enter the room.

“Wow. Aiden Claremont finally pays me a visit.” She tilted her head to the side, her beautiful eyes set on me, her long auburn hair falling to one side. “What did I do to deserve such an honor?”

“What happened at The Oasis? Why was Sofia there?” I pulled up a chair and sat down, gearing myself up for a conversation I wasn’t even sure I wanted to have.

“Why don’t you ask your little princess?” she pouted.

“She refuses to talk about it.” I drew a breath and revealed the thought weighing on my mind. “Do you not feel even a thread of affection for her? For me?”

Ingrid’s eyes softened for but a moment before the familiar manic look returned. “I’m sure Camilla adored her and on her good days, I’m sure she also had some love for Sofia.”

It hurt her being referred to as Camilla, like her former self was completely gone. “Camilla was the love of my life.”

I was surprised when Ingrid scoffed at this. “Sure she was.”

I frowned. “You don’t believe me?”

“You were the love of Camilla’s life, but I doubt she was yours.”

I gave her a confused look. Did I fail to show Camilla how much I adored her? I doted on her. I practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

Ingrid rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious that you have no idea what to do with that little princess of yours. It’s not like I can help you with that. If you ask me, what you should do with her is place a white gown on her and offer her up to the man she belongs to.”

The image her words painted in my mind was sickening. I found myself seething with anger. “And that would be who?”

“Borys Maslen. Borys owns her. I gave her to him.”

She was a stranger, not a trace of the woman I had loved left in her. “What have you done with my wife? Is there any trace of Camilla left in you?”