A Castle of Sand(85)

My father twisted around in surprise. I moved forward and held hands with Derek as I looked my father in the eye. “Let the hunters know that no one is to lay a hand on Derek Novak.”
A muscle in my father’s jaw twitched as he gave me a disapproving look. “Why are you dressed that way and who drank your blood?”
“Borys Maslen had me dressed this way, because he intends to marry me. He’s also had a drink of my blood. Derek came here to rescue me,” I explained, conveniently leaving out the part when I let Derek drink my blood.
My father glared at Derek. “Get my daughter out of here.”
I sighed with relief as I heard him spout out orders on the hunters’ communications system that Derek was not to be harmed.
Secure that the hunters wouldn’t hurt Derek and that our only problem would be encounters with the Maslens, Derek’s grip on my hand tightened. “Where’s your room?”
The goal was to reach my chambers and hopefully hide out there until everything had blown over. I was relieved that Derek suggested we go there, because I wanted to retrieve the diamond necklace he gave me. I knew how important it was to him and it had also become extremely valuable to me because of what it symbolized. We weaved past the halls, Derek having to take down a couple of vampires before we reached my quarters. I entered the room and rummaged through the drawers for the necklace. The moment I found it, I pulled off the necklace given to me by Borys and threw it on the ground. I then turned to face Derek and found myself surprised when I saw the alarm on his handsome face.
“We’re not safe here. I didn’t realize how close your room was to the Maslen family’s chambers. Come! Hurry!”
He gave me no time to voice out my confusion; he just grabbed me by the waist and sped out of the room. He stopped when we were already at the main hall, right by the circular elevator, where the heat of the battle was going on. At this point, a hunter—one who either didn’t hear, or chose to ignore, my father’s instructions not to harm Derek—lunged toward him with a stake. Derek pushed me to one corner away from the chaos going on around us and I heard the hunter’s neck snap.
I managed to tear my eyes away from the sight of Derek killing another person and that’s when I got a full picture of what was going on around me.
My blood was pounding within me. A surge of horror rushed through my body as I scoped my surroundings. Gunshots were being fired all over the place. A fiery bullet hit a vampire about seven feet away from me, who screamed in agony as he burst into flames. He was only one among the many vampires present in those tombs—one among many dying excruciating deaths by those fatal gunshots. A few lucky ones were killed with stakes being driven through their hearts, but most were shot with the hunters’ bullets, uniquely engineered to mete out death on the vampires.
The sight was sickening, but despite my mortification over the sheer magnitude of death surrounding me, my prime concern was Derek Novak.
I can’t lose you.
The mere thought of losing him made breathing a struggle. I looked around and gasped at the sight of him ripping the heart out of a vampire from the Maslen clan before moving on to breaking the neck of another hunter poised to attack him. He was headed straight for Borys Maslen. Fearing for Derek’s life, I stumbled forward. As I weaved through the chaos surrounding me toward my beloved, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Get her out of here!” My father, Aiden Claremont, was pointing toward the exit. He was speaking to the stranger gripping my arm. The sight of my father still confused me. What is he doing here? After all the years he abandoned me and left me under the care of his best friend, Lyle Hudson, he seemed out of place in this world—my world. His attempts to protect me were irritating. He had no business interfering with my life, not after all those years of ignoring me.  Still, his presence moved me beyond words. He was still my father and I wanted to run to him and embrace him, feel his strength surround me, hear whispers of assurances in my ear—assurances that would answer my questions about why he had abandoned me.
But war was being waged all around us and the only thing that mattered at that moment—reaching Derek—was being kept from me. I struggled against the hunter’s grasp as he dragged me in the opposite direction. He was far stronger than me and I couldn’t break away from his grasp until he was tackled to the ground by a familiar vampire. Claudia.
Her mass of blonde curls covered her face as she let out a scream before ripping the man’s heart out. Her big brown eyes then turned toward me, a manic smile forming on her face.