A Shade Of Blood(32)

I was relieved when she made no further mention of Derek. Instead, she drew a breath and twisted her neck to the side in order to look at me.
“Why are you still here, Lucas?”
It was hard to keep up with her erratic behavior sometimes. I was about to throw her a suggestive quip when we heard several loud bangs on her front door. A scowl painted her face. “What now?” She made no move to get out of bed and I actually thought she was going to completely ignore the knocks when another set of loud bangs made her drag herself out of the bed. She paid me no attention and shut the door behind her.
Overcome with curiosity, I followed her. Claudia rarely had any visitors. Apart from myself, most of the other members of the Elite tolerated her, but generally looked down at her. It’s what made her penthouse such a great hiding place.
I put my ear to the closed door and listened.
 “Hello there, gentlemen,” Claudia seductively purred.
“Geez, Claudia. You’re no longer a whore. Stop acting like one.”
I tried to place the voice. Yuri Lazaroff.
“We’re here to ask you a few questions. Do you mind?”
Scottish accent. Big Ol’ Hendry no doubt.
“I don’t mind.” Her voice was now straightforward and flat. I didn’t know why, but Yuri always did have a way of getting to her. “Please make yourself comfortable, Cameron. Go to hell, Yuri.”
“That’s exactly where I am now, Claudia.”
“You two… behave…” Cameron sounded like a bedraggled father trying to keep his teenagers in line. “Have you had any contact with Lucas Novak over the past few days?”
“No.”
“Sure, you haven’t.”
Two voices responded. “Shut up, Yuri.”
“You don’t mind if we search your home then?”
Panic gripped me and I knew then that I was done buying my time. I’d always known that I couldn’t hide out at Claudia’s forever. I just didn’t think it would be such a close call. I tried to be as quiet and as quick as possible as I made my way back to my bedroom, still just wearing the towel wrapped around my waist. I made haste getting dressed. I’d barely finished buttoning my jeans when I began to hear footsteps and doors being pushed open.
Claudia was throwing a full-blown outburst. “I’m still part of the Elite. You can’t just barge into my home like this.”
“Sure we can,” Yuri responded flatly. “If you have a problem with this, go ahead and take it up with the prince.”
A slew of curses escaped my lips. I took a black hooded jacket from a clothes hook near the door and put it on. From under my bed, I grabbed the backpack I had prepared in case a situation required me to make a quick escape.
From the sound of their rather noisy inquisition, it was clear that they were seconds from opening the bedroom door. I threw the windows open, no longer caring if they overheard, and jumped right out of the window. I landed flat on my feet. I then began to rush toward the port. I groaned as I ran, realizing that I couldn’t have picked a worse time to leave the island, because no matter where I decided to go, chances were that the sun would rise to its peak before I could seek shelter. Still, I wasn’t about to place my life at Derek’s mercy.
I knew my brother, and I knew the darkness that was within him. I didn’t know what Sofia did to have such an impact on him – enough to appeal to his humanity, but I wasn’t going to stick around and wait for her effect on him to wear off. I knew that darkness was sure to eventually overtake him. It always did and when it did, I had no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.
As I ran full speed toward escape, it was clear that I would sooner choose to die under the sun’s rays rather than die under my brother’s hand. After all, it seemed far nobler to give up one’s life to the light than to the dark.

Chapter 20: Derek
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The darkness is coming.
Even as the words echoed in my head, it felt like a dark mist was already stirring from the depths of my soul, overtaking all that I was. It triggered so many unwanted memories that the guilt had once again become overwhelming. I wanted to shut it out and I had the ability to do so, but after the council meeting at the Great Dome was dismissed, Vivienne reminded me why I simply couldn’t. I remained in my seat long after the Elite Council left and Vivienne stayed with me.
“It’s killing me,” I confessed.
She nodded knowingly. I rarely had to explain myself to Vivienne. She understood. “I can see that. Guilt can be quite an adversary, but it’s also your ally.”
“How can that be so?”