Davina (Davy Harwood #3)

He lifted his hand free. “Okay. I got it.”


She drew upright. The embers in her eyes burst into flame. “What are your plans for the traitor sorcerer?”

Roane shot her an annoyed look. “I’d still like to know how you could stalk me without me knowing about it.”

“I did not stalk.” She squared her shoulders back. “I do not stalk.”

One of his eyelids twitched.

She frowned. “I hunted you. I did not stalk you. Hunt. That’s more . . .”

Bastion stuck his head around. “Less creepy?”

Her shoulders dropped. “Yes. I am not creepy.”

The two vampires shared a look.

“What?” She looked from one to the other.

Bastion shrugged. “You’re a bit creepy.”

“I am not.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you are. Sorry to break the news.”

She took a deep breath. Her chin lifted and she sat to her fullest height. “I am the representative of my clan. I am here to help a fellow sister, the followers of my sister, and I . . .” She clamped her mouth shut.

Bastion raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Her shoulders sagged down again. “Nothing.”

Roane grinned. “You’re creepy, but in a good way.”

“Thanks.” She lifted her head again.

The two shared a slight smile, and Bastion groaned. “I’m getting the creeps now.”

“What is the plan?” The question was almost thrown from the other side of the bonfire like a challenge. The small exchange between Saren and the two vampires was interrupted, and the small moment of a slight break in tension was sniffed away like it wasn’t supposed to have been there in the first place.

Roan straightened, remembering how Christian Christane had once taken the woman he loved. A dark emotion took root inside of him. He wouldn’t allow that to happen again. He didn’t fear for the same repetition, but that he’d lose Davy because of the Alpha wolf. That would not happen, and the wolf sensed the deep determination. It was like an old rivalry, once buried was awoken again. His nostrils flared, knowing the near loathing was there. He couldn’t do anything about it, and the two weren’t on speaking terms. They couldn’t speak about Talia, at least.

Pippa glanced up at him, picking up the undercurrents. She pressed her lips together and let out a small growl. She looked at both and said one word. “Davy.”

Roane and her brother received the message. The small flare-up dampened immediately, but it was still there. It was a back burner turned to simmer. It was still hot and still dangerous if left ignored.

Saren narrowed her eyes. She harrumphed. “Foolish human emotions.”

No one responded, but she stood, and as she stepped away from the fire, she vanished.

Roane continued to stare across the dancing flames at the werewolf. Neither looked away.





DAVY


I woke up on a bed and lifted my head, or I would’ve. My neck wouldn’t move. Stabbing pain sliced through me, and I cried out. My body instantly locked up, and I started trembling, sending even more stabbing pain through me.

“Davy.”

Gavin rushed inside, the sound of something was shoved aside, like a tarp. He added, “You’re awake? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m—” I couldn’t talk. My teeth were grinding together.

He laid a hand on my arm and said, “You’ve been out for three days. Rest.”

“Wha-a-at happened?”

“You.”

Me? I frowned at him, trying to remember. The Immortal was with me, she told me to sleep, and I was watching from above. “Lucan was going to catch us.”

“You teleported Tracey and yourself. We only just found you guys yesterday. Tracey was exhausted by the time we did. She’d been standing guard over you.”

“Teleported?”

He nodded, grim. “You sent the both of you to the highest mountain. We’re twenty miles from the Mori camp. Wren’s the one that kept us going to find you. She said she could feel Tracey and used her scent. She tracked you guys.”

He thought I did this. I didn’t. The Immortal did it, and I tried to sense her right now, but I couldn’t. It was like she wasn’t even inside of me. All I felt was nothing. Exhaustion. Pain. That was it.

Gavin added, “It must’ve taken it out of you.”

“Yeah.” I looked away. “It must’ve.”

He gestured around, but I could only see above. It was a dark wall of rock. Gavin said, “We brought you into this cave. We used a tarp we found by a riverbed not far from here. It’s used to block out the cold for you.”

For you. Those two words—they were all vampires. The cold didn’t matter to them, but I was human. I was The Immortal, or I thought I still was.

“Is she awake?”

I tensed, hearing Wren outside. She was angry. I could feel it coming off her in waves.

Gavin studied me. “Are you up for her?”

No. I said, “I need answers.”