Davina (Davy Harwood #3)

Roane had been around enough in the world to know that every being, no matter how powerful, had limitations. The Immortal was no exception. While that was in the back of his mind, he asked, “Christian is here. Would you like to talk to him?”


“No.” The impish smile returned. She lifted and pressed her hand to the side of his face. She cupped his cheek. “I came forth because of you. Thank you, Lucas. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving Davy as a separate entity. And thank you for taking in my sister.”

“Tracey?” But as he said the name, he knew that was who Talia meant.

She nodded, a wistful sound coming from her. “She will find my child and raise her. When she does, and when you’re reunited with Davy, I’d like to come forth again. I’d like to talk to Davy and my sister.”

He nodded. The wolf would be pissed when he told him that Talia could’ve spoken to him and declined. Roane was looking forward to passing along the message.

“I must go now.” Talia waved a hand at herself. “Saren is balking by how long this is taking. We wanted to show you that we’re all together. We’re here to help Davy and to be reassured. We will be victorious. You don’t have to worry. I know you still will, but we, also, are watching out for your soul mate.”

“Thank you, Talia.”

She nodded, her eyes growing fond. As if she couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward, then wavered. She paused, but her eyes grew determined and she closed the distance between them. Her hand fell from the side of his face to his chest and she leaned forward until her lips pressed against his cheek. She whispered, “Be assured, Lucas. Not all is as it seems. You will have more on your side than you realize.”

Still standing there, he felt a tear fall from her eyes onto his cheek, but he felt her distancing. It was changing again. And as soon as Saren had taken over the body, her eyebrows arched high and she sucked in her breath, realizing the closeness Talia had been standing. Her eyebrows snapped down and a scowl formed, but before she could spew something out, Roane’s hand was at her throat.

He did what he’d wanted to do since he met her.

He snapped her neck and let her body fall.





DAVY


I was up shit creek.

It had been three days since I woke from our escape and in those times, it was me, myself, and I. A.k.a. no Immortal. I hadn’t tried to use any powers, just because I didn’t know if I was ready to admit we were sans Immortal powers. I didn’t want Wren to use that as an excuse to make us leave completely to find Roane. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Lucas. I did. Badly. It was Kates. No matter how she betrayed us? I could still hear her screams. They’d been bloodcurdling and I knew they’d haunt my nightmares. I needed to know what happened. If Lucan forced her to betray us or if she did the backstabbing all of her own free will.

Either way—I needed to know, and we weren’t going anywhere till I did.

Gavin lifted up the tarp and peered inside. When he saw that I wasn’t lying in bed, his eyes warmed and he came in, carrying some logs in his hands. “You’re sitting up.”

I nodded. “I am. I was considering doing some yoga planks even.”

He stared at me and cocked his head to the side. A beat passed, then he nodded. “You’re teasing me.” He grinned.

“Yes, Gavin.” I wish I hadn’t been. “I was joking. No. Sitting up is the best I can do right now.”

“That’s good.” He put the logs in the corner before placing the last one in the fire pit. “Your body needs to rest as long as possible.”

“Wren doesn’t think so.”

Gavin was somber. “Yeah.” He sighed. “She fears the Mori will find us, and we can’t defend ourselves properly against them.”

Which was true, and I could be putting them in even more danger. I needed to tell Gavin, at least one person about my problem, but I didn’t know how he’d react. As he turned and left again, I knew I needed to figure out what was going on with me. At least, to know my limitations, if I had any powers or if it was just my empathic self, like the old days.

I closed my eyes and tried to sense—well, anything.

I needed to know that the thread was still in me and that I hadn’t let everyone down, but as I tried to feel outside of myself . . . I was picking up Gavin’s restlessness. He was anxious, wary, and fearful. There was a small amount of concern emanating from him. I knew it was about me, and I tried to pick up his thoughts.

There was . . . nothing.

I couldn’t hear his thoughts, and holy crappola . . . that sucked.

Okay. Power from The Immortal was gone. What else was gone, and I kept sensing farther out until I hit Gregory. He was farther away like he was on point, and as I slipped inside of him, I felt . . . nothing. I was met with a cement-like wall. He was feeling stuff. I could pick it up, but it was slight like the tiniest of ripples on a smooth surface. That was when I realized that he was just waiting.