Davina (Davy Harwood #3)

“When the crazy, freakish fighters are done fighting?” he shot back.

Cal frowned at Spencer, but didn’t say anything against him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he surveyed the battles once again.

“Davy!” Spencer’s hand wasn’t on my arm anymore, but he stepped close. His presence was demanding answers.

“When it’s safe,” I hissed at him.

“We should be running for our lives, not waiting to see who wins.”

Cal added, “Let’s go. They’re all freaks.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Before they could leave, I grabbed both of their arms, and because I knew there’d be no words to explain everything, I showed them. Using The Immortal’s power, I slipped into their minds. Okay. When I say that I slipped, it was more like I burst through their door and charged my way in. I showed them everything using my memories, of when I first became an empath, of when I lit a vampire on fire, how I enjoyed watching him burn, when I went to college and tried to be normal. They were there when I first met Roane, my first college date that Roane ended coming along with, how I kissed him to distract him, later when we kissed more in a professor’s office, and the first time I realized I was The Immortal. After that, the memories were coming in quick spurts and all at once. I introduced them to Brown, to Kates, to the werewolf, to who Jacith is supposed to be, to Pippa, and lastly they were shown my time in the cage. They were there when I was tortured by the witches, and again when we escaped. The last memory they were shown was when I stumbled upon them in the forest.

I released their arms before anything else could slip through. I didn’t want them to hear the conversation I had with The Immortal and how I learned it was my fault they were pulled from their group.

“Whoa. Holy—” That was all Spencer got out before he ran a few feet away and bent over, throwing up.

Cal didn’t look too far from the same. He raised his arm and pressed it over his mouth, but his face turned a slight shade of green.

“You going to throw up, too?”

He started to shake his head, but as he did, his eyes bulged out, his cheeks puffed up, and his entire top half of his body lurched upward. He sprinted next to Spencer, and the two were throwing up in sync.

I sighed. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that . . .

“Friends of yours?” Gavin was behind me. He was sweating, bloody, and his chest was heaving up and down.

I grinned, though I didn’t feel it. “Apparently, I’m not so in control of my powers as I used to be.”

He frowned at me. “Were you ever?”

I shrugged. “I thought I was better.”

A deep and ferocious roar came from behind us and we looked over, just in time, as Gregory stopped, grabbed the wounded Mori in front of him on both sides of his head, and he twisted the head completely off. The body fell back to the ground with a thud, but Gregory wasn’t done. Tracey yelled at him as she lit her Mori on fire. She tossed the lighter to the Goliath-sized vampire, and Gregory lit the head on fire instantly. He dropped it on the ground as he lit the rest of the body on fire, too.

Both of them, Gregory and Tracey, looked at where Gavin had left his Mori on the ground.

He hadn’t burned the body, but it wasn’t needed. The body had been pulled apart, literally. Arms, fingers, legs, parts of its stomach and chest were scattered all around the beach.

Gavin remarked, “I was mad.”

Gregory grunted. “Got that.”

Tracey didn’t reply, but she began to gather the body parts. Gregory did the same until every part of the Mori were thrown in one burning pile. By that time, Cal and Spencer were done throwing up and we gathered around the fire. It wasn’t enough. The flame should’ve been higher, and without thinking, I held my hands out and began to mutter a spell. The fire began to grow.

“Who-a . . .” someone muttered.

I didn’t care. Every last part of them had to become ash and even then, the pile of ashes would need to be spread all over. I didn’t know the Mori lore and how to kill them, but I wasn’t taking a chance. I kept chanting and the flames doubled in size. A white twinge started to grow on the outskirts of the fire, but that was from The Immortal. I couldn’t see myself, but I knew my eyes had changed to The Immortal white. I kept them lowered so no one could see them until the Mori were completely gone. Then, as the last piece of ash fell to the pile, I raised my hands and made a motion to the left. A strong gust of wind swept through the clearing where we were and picked up the ashes. I sent them off, directing where I wanted them spread, and once I was content, knowing they would never return and never come back to life, I stopped.

I could still feel The Immortal in my blood. She was on an adrenaline high, like she was intoxicated. I was buzzing, but I still waited until an ounce of calmness settled over me. Cal and Spencer had come up behind us, and I turned to look at Tracey, so my back was to the hikers.