Anything, I determined. I stared at the giant beast that was to be my only means of escape and winced. Eli’s escape plan was insanity, all hinging on whether he had been successful in gaining Shadow’s loyalty or not, but I knew I had to take the risk.
Something in the expression on Derek’s face, now etched in the back of my mind—the hatred in his eyes—rattled me. You need to take a risk, Sofia. You have no other choice.
I began to sob, because in spite of the revelation that the Elder had a hold on me the moment I gave in to my hatred, I still didn’t change my mind.
“I’m so sorry, Olga,” I said between sobs.
I felt like whatever light, whatever good, I had in me was slowly slipping away, replaced by hatred, bitterness, fear and exhaustion, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Chapter 24: Derek
I thought that I was going to speak with The Shade’s witch through some sort of communication device between the realm of the humans and the witches. I was wrong. The sultry, olive-skinned brunette was brought right to me at the Ageless’ gazebo.
I was so relieved to see someone from home, I reached for her and drew her into a tight embrace. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
She tensed against me. She sounded breathless when she said, “Hello, Derek.”
Her voice was devoid of its sharpness. The witch, who had never once flinched even at my biggest fits of rage, was trembling as I stepped away from her. She couldn’t even look me in the eye. She was standing before me, fists clenched, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
“Corrine? What’s wrong?” A million questions were running through my mind, but for some reason, the only question I was able to blurt out was, “Did you just arrive?”
She opened her mouth, but save for a restrained squeak, no sound came out.
She was putting me on edge, causing a build-up of heat on my body. I breathed a couple of sighs, thinking of a way to somehow calm down. “For your sake, Corrine, you better say something before I do something I regret. Are you going back to The Shade? When? How?”
Her gaze was listless. Even my threat didn’t seem to affect her. Instead, she just bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m not returning.”
“What do you mean you’re not returning? Who’s keeping the spell over The Shade? What has happened to the island?”
“The Elder has taken over The Shade. His witches are keeping the spell going.”
“No…”
“I’m so sorry. They think I’m dead. Kiev burned the Sanctuary down. I barely escaped to this realm before… everything was lost.”
I was trying to make sense of the words, but it all came as a confusing of pile of questions. “What? No… How? When? Sofia… how is Sofia? And Vivienne…” My breath hitched. A thousand horrifying implications ran through my mind.
“The Elder still has Sofia. I haven’t seen her since you two left for your honeymoon. I think she’s…” Corrine stopped, casting a glance at the Ageless who gave her a stern glare.
“You think she’s what? What has happened to my wife?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying. Why are you lying?” I grabbed her by the shoulders at the same time as a wave of heat went from my shoulder blades to my palms. My touch burned her skin and she screamed in pain.
The Ageless intervened by casting a spell on me, effectively throwing me to the ground. Only her spells had any effect on me when the power took over and I lost control. This time, however, as I crouched on the ground and tried to get up, even her cooling spell did little to quench the heat emanating from my body.
Tears would have fallen from my eyes, but they quickly evaporated due to the heat that I was exuding.
“What’s happening to him?” Corrine gasped as the Ageless healed her shoulders of the burns I’d inflicted on her.
“He’s losing control. Without the vampire curse, the powers your ancestor bequeathed to him have been unleashed. Even we don’t know the full extent of his capabilities and now it’s all coming out.”
She had basically just admitted that even they had no clue how to harness my power. So all this time, they’ve been playing trial and error with me, experimenting with different methods to try and bring my powers under control. They have no idea what they’re doing. The thought drove me to the brink of insanity. I screamed my agitation out and with the piercing shout came torrents of fire shooting out of my palms.
“Mistress,” Ibrahim gasped. “He’s beyond control.” He was trying to cast a cooling spell on me, but his attempts failed. No wind or ice or water cooled me down.
I saw stark terror in the eyes of my mentor as the wizened warlock realized that nothing he did could restrain the power that was escaping from my exhausted body. I was about to implode and nothing seemed to be able to stop it. Giving up on trying to stop me, he formed a force field around himself, the Ageless and Corrine in order to stay safe from the red-hot flames darting out of my palms.
The Ageless glared at Ibrahim first and then looked at me like I was a child who had just disappointed my parents severely. Her calm was unnerving. She didn’t seem to be fazed by anything at all. I could swear she muttered a few curses before shutting her eyes and mumbling incoherently. She began to float from the ground and within minutes, a whirlwind appeared, quenching the flames I’d just created, saving her palace from sure destruction.
She might have quenched the fire I’d created, but she hadn’t stopped the source. No matter how I tried to control it, the fire was building up inside me, threatening to escape.
“Take control!” she screamed at me. The pressure only increased the build-up of fire within me. To my shock, she lunged forward.
“No! Don’t come near me!”
The warning went unheeded. She was coming at me at full speed, her widened eyes letting me know that she knew that what she was asking of me was impossible.
“You can claim control.” This time, her tone was calculated and controlled. Desperate.
“I can’t!” I managed to scream out as charring red fire began to flow through my veins, forming outside my fingertips.
She gulped just before reaching me. She pressed her palms against mine and stared right into my eyes. I wondered if she knew whether what she was about to do would work. I couldn’t help but admire that she did it anyway. An ice-cold sensation seeped from her skin to mine. She was neutralizing my fire with her ice, creating a warm energy between us.