A Castle of Sand(87)

Lucas pulled his hand away from me and watched as I stumbled backward. My back hadn’t yet hit the ground when a UV bullet hit Lucas right in the forehead. I strained my neck to see who had shot him and saw Reuben standing with his gun. I turned my eyes from the grotesque sight of Lucas Novak bursting into flames and focused on Sofia who was now kneeling by my side.
“Ben…” she gasped, tears flowing down her cheeks. She stared at my wound in horror. “No…no…no…” she sobbed.
I was fading in and out of consciousness. At one point, I saw Reuben rushing to me, Zinnia trailing behind him.
“We’ve got Ingrid!” she announced. “Now what?”
Reuben’s eyes darkened. “Take her to headquarters,” he instructed after giving Sofia a quick glance. I knew even then that had Sofia not been there, he wouldn’t have hesitated to have Ingrid killed instead.
Everything once again blurred and when I came to, Derek was kneeling over me, blood dripping from his palm. Sofia had a hand under my head and was lifting it up. “Ben, you have to drink.”
I shook my head and panted. “Never. After what Claudia put me through…I vowed to never drink a      vampire’s blood again.”
“You have to, Ben…” Sofia cried. “It’s your only chance. Ben, please…”
I looked up at her and reached out to wipe the tears from her face. “Derek will take care of you, Sofia. Tell my family I love them, okay? And know that I loved you from the moment I first met you. Vivienne was right. I see the world through your eyes now.” I smiled, resigning myself to my fate. “And it’s beautiful. Just like you.”

CHAPTER 55: SOFIA
 Ben’s eyes slowly closed and I knew without a doubt that it was the last I would ever see those beautiful blue eyes of his. It was the last I would see him smile, the last I would hear him speak. I’d lost people who were dear to me before, but the immensity of the anguish that I felt upon losing Ben was more than I could handle.
I stared blankly at his still form for what seemed like an eternity, knowing that everyone around me—heads bowed in deference—could sense the pain that losing Ben caused me.
Tears flowed down my cheeks. I began to shake his motionless body, fooling myself that he might actually wake up. “Ben…no…” My sobs filled the air and suddenly, everyone else was deathly still.
I could sense Derek’s eyes on me, his gaze a soft, concerned caress. Even his presence couldn’t provide me with a shred of comfort. He motioned to touch me, but I shied away from him. I clung to Ben’s lifeless form, wishing that I could somehow bring him back to life.
He was too young, too full of potential…he didn’t have the right to just give up like that.
No one dared touch me. No one dared speak. Until my father decided that I had been given enough time to grieve my best friend’s passing.
“Take the boy’s body,” he ordered one of the hunters. “We have to go before more vampires arrive. The sun is setting.”
“No…” I sobbed, still holding on to Ben’s still form, his blood soiling the white dress I was wearing.
“Sofia, we don’t have time,” my father insisted.
“We can spare her a few more minutes. She just lost her best friend.” Derek. I adored him for that.
The hunters who were ordered to take Ben’s body hesitated from prying me away from him.
“I should kill you,” my father told Derek.
“And give your daughter another loved one to grieve over.”
A collective gasp filled the room. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Derek’s bluntness or if it was because not everybody knew that Aiden Claremont was my father. Either way, tension sparked between the two men.
The urgency of the situation forced my attention away from Ben as it began to sink in to me that the love of my life was very much in danger of getting killed by my father.
Aiden quickly changed the topic. He gave Derek a momentary, questioning glare. “Borys Maslen?”
“He got away,” Derek responded. “Ingrid?”
“We’re holding her captive.”
An awkward silence followed until Derek broke it. “I won’t leave Sofia.”
“Then you’ll have to come with us. You sure a vampire like you would be willing to walk right into the hunters’ headquarters?”
“Why not?” Derek shrugged. “I was once a hunter.”
“Reuben…” a young woman with blue-streaked hair interrupted. “We have to go.” She couldn’t seem to bear looking at Ben. My father nodded. He gave Derek a cold and suspicious glance before shaking his head and saying, “Get Ben’s body. Let’s go.” He reached his hand toward me at the exact same time Derek did.