“Derek was a mess after he found out that you died. He almost killed Ashley because of how the darkness took over him. What’s happened to you?”
“Derek…” The name seemed to register something in her mind. She shook her head slowly. “He’s my brother. I was wrong about him, Sofia. I thought he was some sort of savior. I was convinced that he was a hero, but I was wrong. I never should’ve helped you return to The Shade.” Agitation marred her lovely face even as she gripped both my hands. “I’m so sorry, Sofia. I’m sorry for anything he might’ve put you through after you returned.”
“Vivienne, Derek has been good to me. He loves me. You know that.”
She nodded and for a moment, I actually thought that she was about to make sense, but she just looked at me with a knowing expression on her face—almost as if she held pity for me. “I understand. It’s going to take a while before you can recover from the trauma he’s put you through. The denial is completely natural.”
I was trying my hardest not to slap her across the face so she would start making sense. What has gotten into you? “We’re talking about Derek, Vivienne. Your twin. The same man who rescued you from Borys Maslen.”
Horror showed in her eyes at the mention of Borys. “They told me that Borys got to you too. That’s why we need to stay here, Sofia. We’re safer here. Borys can’t get to us if we stay here. Sofia, you can’t leave this place. If Borys gets his hands on you, it’s going to be so much worse than what you had to go through with Derek.”
I leaned back on the couch, my eyes fixed on Vivienne. “What have they done to you? It’s like you’ve been brainwashed…”
At that, Vivienne chuckled like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard of. Her brilliant blue eyes settled on me with so much compassion. She brushed a hand over the back of my hand. “No, Sofia, it’s you who’s been brainwashed.”
The idea was so hilarious I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Is that what my father thinks, Vivienne? That I was brainwashed at The Shade so I would love Derek?” I couldn’t hold back the snickers escaping through my lips. It was like I was defending against the frustration I felt inside. I found myself deeply concerned for Vivienne. This isn’t her. This is just a shell spouting out words placed there by other people.
“You look tired, Vivienne.”
She heaved a sigh and nodded. “That’s because I am.”
“Would you like to lie down and rest?” I waved an arm toward the bed.
She looked at the bed longingly. “Yes please, and if I could have more blood… I’m thirsty.”
“I’ll make sure they bring you some. Is there anything else you need?”
She shook her head as she stood up and dragged herself to the bed. Without another word, she laid her head on the pillow. Within a couple of minutes, she was fast asleep.
She slept for hours.
Zinnia entered to bring me breakfast just as I pulled the drapes over the windows to protect Vivienne from the sunlight.
Zinnia stared with disdain at Vivienne.
“What have you guys been doing to her? She’s not the Vivienne I knew back at The Shade…”
Zinnia shrugged. “I thought she was dead. Even Ben thought she was dead. He was the last one to interrogate and torture her before what was supposed to be her execution.”
I gulped at the idea of Ben torturing Vivienne. As much as I wanted not to believe it, I knew how much he hated vampires after what Claudia had put him through at The Shade. It was the reason he became a hunter in the first place.
“So you admit it… She was tortured.”
Zinnia smirked. “What do you think vampires go through here, Sofia? They are interrogated and tortured for any information about their respective covens and once we get as much as we can from them, we have them executed—the exact same thing your mother is going through right now.”
My face paled. “Ingrid?”
“After the stunt she pulled helping you escape, she fell from Reuben’s good graces.”
“May I see her?”
Zinnia shrugged. “Reuben’s calling all the shots, but if he goes on keeping all these vamps alive, I doubt the higher authorities will tolerate it much longer.”
The idea that my father wasn’t some sort of untouchable big shot with the hunters was something new. It never dawned on me that he could actually get in trouble for what he was doing. I also knew that the only real reason these vampires were still alive was because of me.
“Zinnia…” I called out just as she was about to leave. “Could you have some blood brought in for Vivienne please?”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because if you don’t, I just might have to feed her mine. Look at her… She looks awful.”
Zinnia stared at me like she usually did when I mentioned vampires feeding on my blood. “What is with you and treating your blood like it’s orange juice?” She frowned and shook her head in exasperation. “She can’t suck your blood. Her fangs have been pulled out.”
“Well, can’t I just cut myself and make her drink the blood I drain out of myself?”
“You’re insane. It baffles me still how you could be in any way related to Reuben.” She waved her hand midair. “All we have is animal blood.”
“That’s fine. Vivienne is used to animal blood.”
Zinnia rolled her eyes and turned her back on me. I was sure that she wasn’t going to fulfill my request, but when she returned for my breakfast dishes, she had two glasses of blood with her.
It took another couple of hours before Vivienne began stirring. At first, I ignored her, thinking that she was just having a dream. All of a sudden, however, she began to take erratic, heavy breaths. She started whimpering and it didn’t take long before the whimpers turned into screams, tears running down her cheeks.
I rushed to her side and began shaking her awake. “Vivienne! Wake up!”
She jolted up in bed, her eyes wide with terror as she began taking in her surroundings. She set her eyes on me and sighed with relief before she broke out into uncontrollable sobs. “Sofia…you’re here.”
“Yes… I’m here.” I nodded as I pulled her into a tight embrace.
Trembling, she whispered directly into my ear. “You still have my memories, don’t you, Sofia? Please…please…”