A Castle of Sand(7)

“I’ve done everything you told me since you came back. I’ve taken my place as commander of the army and I’ve geared them up for battle just as you commanded. I did not interfere with any of the decisions you’ve made about the island since you took your place as king. Why do you vex me this way?”
“Vex you, Derek?” He once again grabbed a fistful of Yvonne’s hair, pulling on her scalp enough to get a yelp from her before pulling her head to an angle that exposed a generous amount of her neck. “Why do you think that everything I do is about you? I’m merely enforcing the laws of this island. Felix has told me about your manic outbursts and about your delusion that you are the law on this island. You’re not, my son. We owe you a lot. You made The Shade possible, but we’ve formed laws in this kingdom that even you aren’t exempt from.”
All throughout his spiel, all I could really think of was how awful Yvonne must’ve felt, with her head so painfully positioned and his words breathing chills over her exposed neck.
He must’ve noticed the way I was staring at his slave, because he tightened his fist over Yvonne’s hair and grinned. “If you don’t want your beloved living with the rest of her kind in The Catacombs, then realize that this is what happens to humans at The Shade, Derek. You either turn them into one of us…”
I could’ve sworn that he was going to bite into Yvonne’s neck and turn the girl into a vampire, so I was completely taken by surprise when instead, he smiled and said, “…or you kill them.” He then snapped her neck like he would a twig. The sound of bone cracking filled the room. The two other girls beside him shrieked at the sight of Yvonne’s lifeless form falling into the water.
My entire body tensed, knowing that women just like Yvonne had met the same fate in my hands long ago. Gregor didn’t even flinch. He looked irritably at one of the girls and blurted out instructions.
“Go get the guards and have them bring the body to the chilling chambers so we can drain what’s left of her blood.”
As she scurried away, he grabbed the other young woman, forcing the brunette to take Yvonne’s place.
“What happened to you, Father? Since when were you this merciless?”
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Derek.” He cast me a murderous glare. “Don’t ever forget that it’s you who made me this way. Besides, you can’t judge me. Not while you’re doing the exact same things to that lovely redhead of yours.”

CHAPTER 5: SOFIA
 The moment Derek returned, the first words that came out of his lips were: “I need to go to the lighthouse.”
We often retreated to the lighthouse whenever he felt particularly plagued by his own darkness. I wondered what his father could’ve told him to once again make him doubt himself. I exchanged glances with Ashley, Paige and Rosa. We had all been seated on the living room couches, talking over the things that Cameron and Liana had said earlier.
“And you should get dressed in something else.” He added, “We’ll spend the night there.”
 “We need to have a talk when you get back,” Ashley spoke up when I rose from my seat and walked toward him.
I caught the way Derek swallowed hard upon seeing her. A pang of jealousy hit me over the way he looked at her, like he wanted her. I reminded myself that it was only because he’d already had a taste of Ashley’s blood and that it had nothing to do with his affections toward me.
“Since when was it your place to make such demands, Ashley?” Derek snapped at her.
I was surprised by his outburst, but before I could react, Ashley was up on her feet. “My place? What exactly is my place?”
I wish she would’ve just kept silent. Derek wasn’t in the best of moods and was already poised for a fight.
“You know who and what I am to this island, Ashley, and despite the liberties I allow you, you also know where you stand.”
Though I was relieved that Ashley didn’t respond, I couldn’t help but wince at his statements. He rarely ever pulled rank on us any more—especially when we were in the privacy of his home. When we were in public, we still had to put on a show sometimes: he was the master and we were his slaves and we gave him the deference he deserved as prince of the island, but when we were alone, we were ourselves and he was Derek. For him to question Ashley and put her in “her place” for simply speaking her mind was unlike him.
“Derek…” I gently brushed my hand over his elbow. “Come on… let’s go.”
To my relief, he cast one final glare at Ashley before storming toward his room. I kept my cool and remained silent as we both got dressed and packed a change of clothes. Whenever we went to the lighthouse, we lost track of time.