A Vial of Life(68)

Sofia had overstepped the mark in what he was willing to hear about his father, it seemed. Whatever picture Jeramiah had painted for himself about my brother’s character, it was obviously filled with rainbows and unicorns. And he wasn’t willing to shatter his illusion.

As I gazed up into his face, now contorted with anger, it was clear that there were many layers to this man, one of which was instability. And for that, I couldn’t blame him. From what Ben had told me of his childhood, it had been traumatic, no doubt. He’d never met his father, not even once—Lucas had turned from human to vampire soon after Jeramiah’s conception, and then he’d been long gone. And then Jeramiah had lost his mother when he was very young, and I couldn’t imagine that his life with his grandparents had been a satisfying one, since he’d left them at such a young age to go traipsing halfway across the globe.

I guessed that my nephew had never truly felt firm ground beneath his feet. He’d never had a figurehead, or a role model.

Or perhaps he had… in his father.

Perhaps he had taken refuge in his father, and that was why he clung so tightly to his rosy vision of him, however misguided it was.

The irony was, if he weren’t so bent against us, I would have invited him into our family, perhaps even treated him as though he were my own son. Since I’d first found out about Jeramiah’s existence from Ben, I’d known that I never wanted to make an enemy out of him. I’d known that if I ever got the chance to meet him, I would try to hold no prejudices against him. Because I’d never been happy with the relationship—or rather lack of it—that I’d had with my brother. Jeramiah was my own flesh and blood, and he would have been welcomed onto our island. Perhaps he didn’t know it—and perhaps he didn’t care—but by accosting us like this, he was cutting his nose off to spite his face.

As I stared up into his angry eyes, the small amount of hope I’d held that I might still be able to turn him around and make him see sense evaporated. He didn’t want the truth. He wanted anything but the truth. And if he wasn’t willing to even hear us out, there was nothing we could do to try to cobble together a relationship.

Sofia and I could have gone on, kept talking, forced him to listen to what had actually happened, but it was clear that it would only aggravate him further, and I doubted we would be any better off for it.

I feared that Jeramiah was going to head back over to Aiden and continue harassing him. But, to my surprise, he didn’t. He didn’t walk over to Sofia either. With the witch following behind him, he moved away from us and straightened, his eyes fixing on the ocean somewhere in the distance—out of my limited angle of vision.

And then I heard it, coming from somewhere in the distance. The sound of a motor. A loud, powerful motor. It sounded like that of a speedboat.

Jeramiah turned to face us again with a much calmer expression. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said in a deep, low voice. “While you were asleep, we took the liberty of inviting some guests to our rendezvous. You get along with hunters, don’t you?”





Chapter 23: River





“Wake up, River. Wake up.” A deep voice echoed in my head. It was a familiar voice, though, buried in the depths of my subconscious, I couldn’t quite put a name to it. I couldn’t put a name to much at all, even myself. My being was infused with the enjoyment of a profoundly satisfying sleep.

“Wake up!” it called again.

But my sleep was too comfortable. I felt warm and deliciously relaxed. I was floating across an endless mass of gentle waves. The water lapped against the sides of my body like a massage, only serving to deepen my relaxation.

“Wake up, River!”

“No. I don’t want to wake up. Go away,” I thought to the echo, irritated at the disturbance.

I tried to block the voice out. I tried to ignore it and hope that it would go away. But it only grew louder and louder, shattering my peace like a foghorn.

“Wake up!”

“Why should I wake up?” I shot back. “There’s nothing worth waking up for.”

But the voice remained persistent, each call drawing me further and further away from sleep until I was pulled back to consciousness enough that I felt damp soil beneath me. My eyelids unglued. My vision was hazy as I fought to brush away the cobwebs of sleep.

I was… in a field. The same field I’d been in just… how long ago? How could I have fallen asleep here and…

My eyes traveled over the many sleeping members of Derek and Sofia’s council on the ground surrounding me. Rose slept next to me.

The atmosphere was so quiet, I could distinctly pick up the rolling of the waves on the beach.