I knew then that that was my cue. I braced myself to once again face Sofia. This was after I had offered her up as prey for a vampire to feast on. "Actually, Sofia," I spoke up, desperate to keep my voice steady and confident, as I stepped out of the curtains and took my place beside Borys' throne, "you really are his betrothed."
No words could explain the way I felt upon seeing the shocked and grief-stricken reaction on her face when she laid eyes on me. I wanted to wipe her tears away. I wanted to pull her into my arms and embrace her.
Seeing what a beauty my daughter had become—lovelier than I ever was at eighteen years old, it hit me full force what I had given up when I became Ingrid Maslen. I gave my daughter up. I gave my husband up. I gave my entire life up.
"She looks so happy to see you, Ingrid." Borys tilted his head to the side, a manic smile on his face.
