“Why?” I asked, unable to hide the resentment in my voice. “Because it’s the same way you feel about your beloved Borys right now?”
The question sparked anger in her eyes, but she quickly recovered and shook her head. “No. It’s what I felt about your father during my first years at The Oasis. It felt like I was missing a part of me.”
“Yet you turned your back on him in spite of that. We’re not the same. I didn’t leave Derek. I’m fighting to get back to him.”
“Forget Derek, Sofia.”
That’s impossible. I knew how obsessed my own mother was about giving me to Borys and was well aware that harping on about Derek wasn’t going to help my situation. “Is that what you did with Aiden? You forgot him?”
“It can be done, you know.” She paused before looking directly into my eyes. “Is it true that you’re married to Derek? Or were you bluffing?”
I had no idea what possessed me to tell her the truth, but I shook my head and responded, “I’m engaged to him, but no…we’re not married.”
Relief washed over her face. “Claudia told me that you wanted to escape in order to get back to Derek. Is this true?”
I pursed my lips, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. What has happened to Claudia? She’d been completely useless in my trying to find a way out of headquarters. The only thing that sparked any worthwhile reaction from her was how much she wanted to get back to The Shade and whether or not Yuri would even care that she was there. It’s like all common sense left her the moment she left The Shade. I couldn’t help but smile a bit at the next thought that came to me, realizing how many times I did things that didn’t really make sense to others out of my love for Derek. I guess that’s what love can do to a person.
I tried to re-focus my attention on Ingrid, responding to her question with a question. “If it is?”
“I want to help you.”
I raised a brow, taken by surprise. “Why?”
“I want you out of here. As long as you’re here, Borys can’t get to you.”
“So what you’re saying is that you want me out of headquarters so that Borys can once again abduct me and make my life hell?”
“It sounds so wicked when you put it that way.”
“That’s because it is, Ingrid. You’re my mother. Does that not mean anything to you?”
I couldn’t decipher the look in her eyes when she responded. “It means everything to me that you’re my daughter, Sofia. Trust me when I say that if it weren’t for you, Ingrid Maslen would probably not exist.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. “How do you propose to help me anyway?”
“Easy. All I have to do is pretend to be Camilla Claremont again.”
She sounded like a lunatic. Sitting there, I couldn’t keep myself from wondering how on earth I got to have such demented parents. The thought of ever becoming like them was absolutely horrifying to me. Still staring at her in disbelief, I was slightly taken aback when she suddenly stood up as if snapping into attention.
“If you’re agreeing to let me help you, get up and embrace me. Now,” she instructed.
I don’t know what came over me, but I complied with her instructions, hugging my mother for the first time in a decade.
“The only reason I want you to be with Borys is because I want what’s best for you,” she whispered into my ear. “If you’re with him, you won’t become like Camilla was. With Derek, you’ll be a weakling. With Borys, you’ll become powerful and strong.”
I was trembling against her embrace and I began fighting back the tears when she kissed me on the cheek. When we broke our embrace, I realized why she had asked for it in the first place.
Aiden had just walked in the room—in time to see what appeared to be a poignant, affectionate moment between mother and daughter.
Feeling used, I looked from Aiden to Ingrid and was surprised to find her wiping away tears as she gave me a fond look, taking my hand in hers and squeezing tight. “I know how hard it is for you to believe, but I love you, Sofia.”
I smiled at her, knowing that no matter how much I wanted to believe her declaration, it was what it was: a bold-faced lie.
CHAPTER 13: AIDEN
“What game are you playing, Ingrid?”
She stopped her steady paces on the way back to her room and twisted around to face me. “What game? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play coy with me, Ingrid. The last time we spoke, you made it perfectly clear that you hold no affection for our daughter. Now, I step into her suite and you’re all hugs and kisses with her? What’s your game?”
“I just had a heart-to-heart talk with my daughter, Aiden. Is it so impossible that I could have a change of heart toward her?”
“A change of heart? After you fed her to Borys Maslen? Did you see it happen? Did you watch as he bit into her? Did you like seeing him hurt her? Did you not feel any guilt at the sight?” I began stepping toward her, backing her up until her back hit one of the walls. “What is wrong with you? Sofia is your daughter. How could that not mean anything to you?”
She raised a brow and scoffed at my statement. “It meant nothing to my mother that I was her daughter.”
There it was again—another vague clue about a dark, mysterious past she refused to talk about. During the first several years of our marriage, I encouraged her to seek professional help to get the ghosts of her past out of her system. She never did appreciate nor even entertain my suggestion. I had to watch the woman I loved remain broken, with no hope of ever getting fixed.