A Shadow of Light (A Shade of Vampire #4)(40)

He always came on time. I never once had to wait. Whenever the school bell rang and I ran down the front steps of the red brick school building that I went to for my elementary education, I could always expect the black BWM waiting for me at the parking lot.

Most of the time, my dad wouldn’t be inside the car. Instead, he’d be leaning against the passenger side door, arms crossed over his chest and a big smile on his face.

“Hello, baby,” he greeted me, before taking my backpack away from me and putting it on the passenger’s seat. “Would you like some ice cream?”

“Yes!” This was routine. We never went home without some sort of treat—ice cream, candy, perhaps a smoothie.

He would tell me to hush and not tell my mother, but once we reached home, I would tell her anyway and he would make a mess out of my hair for getting him into trouble.

After the afternoon snack, we would drive home together and he would ask me how my day was. He never once made me feel like he wasn’t listening. He always seemed genuinely interested and actually delighted with what I had to say.

More often than not, once we got home, we would find my mother in the kitchen or in her study. I loved her study. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to touch any of them, but there were so many interesting trinkets and artifacts in there. Every single one of them had a fascinating story behind it. The Red Orb was my favorite. My dad said that it was how he had gotten my mother to fall in love with him. I loved that story.

Dinner was never without laughter, and there were always plenty of hugs and kisses to go around. I was a happy child. I felt loved. I never would’ve imagined that things would turn out the way that they did.

I always felt like Aiden adored me and I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea that Camilla held any form of resentment toward me. We were a picture perfect family. Perhaps that was why it was all the more traumatic for me when they had abandoned me. It didn’t help either that growing up, I was diagnosed with so many psychological disorders—ranging from ADHD to OCD. It wasn’t until I reached The Shade that Corrine figured out exactly “what was wrong” with me. I had LLI or Low Latent Inhibition. It heightened my senses. No filters. I could hear, see, feel, sense everything going on around me at the same time. I wondered if this was the reason I felt deeply for those in pain.

I remembered all the times that pain was inflicted upon me and I shuddered—even more so when I remembered seeing Derek in the dungeons of The Oasis. I couldn’t stand the sight of him. I could practically feel his agony. I knew then that I would rather die than ever be held captive by Borys Maslen.

“You’re shaking, Sofia.” Aiden broke through my thoughts. “Nervous?”

I nodded. “Kind of. I’m always antsy whenever I have to see Ingrid. She says the most disturbing things sometimes. Trips to her demented mind are never pleasant.”

Aiden chuckled. “That’s true,” he said, the hint of bitterness in his voice hard to miss.

“Do you love her still?” I asked.

He gave me a short look as if to wonder if he ought to answer my question. He bowed his head and nodded, before giving me what seemed like an honest answer. “I think I always will.”

I could sense his sadness. I would never really understand how my mother could’ve ever let go of him and what we had together as a family.

By the time we reached Ingrid’s cell, I really couldn’t think about anything other than the question “Why?”

When we showed up and the lights were turned on inside her cell, I was surprised by her appearance. She didn’t look as awful as Vivienne, but it was clear to see based on the blood stains lining her mouth that her fangs had already been ripped out. A group of scientists were already there—milling around her. They had her strapped to the cot, so she wasn’t able to move.

Ingrid raised her eyes to see who had just graced her with a visit and a manic grin—that would most likely haunt my nightmares—formed on her face. “Well, look who came for a visit. Aiden and his beloved Sofia… To what do I owe the honor of your presence? Once again, it looks like I failed to bring you two apart.”

I grimaced, not even certain if I wanted to know what exactly was going through her demented mind. Does that mean she’s already tried before? I stared at her, wondering if what we were about to do was right. Of course it is. How could it not be? This may be her one saving grace.

Aiden ignored Ingrid and turned to me. “They have been here prepping her system for what has to be done, making sure all her vitals were as required. I’m going to administer the final stage of the process.” He pulled out a syringe and began shaking it.

“How does this even work?” I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

“We used the samples of blood that you gave us and mixed the first sample with vampire blood. Let’s just say the molecular structure of your blood began to battle that of the vampire’s blood. Of course, nothing happened, or should we say, nobody won, until we put the mixture through a heating process and added vervain roots to the mixture…”

Ingrid had been listening and horror showed in her eyes when she realized what was about to occur. She once again fought against her restraints.

“You sure you want to see this?” Aiden asked me.

I nodded, although I wasn’t feeling as confident as I might’ve put on. “Yes. Let’s do this. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”