Davina (Davy Harwood #3)

“No, no, no.” Talia was whimpering. “She can’t kill her. It’s all over for us then.”


“Lucas!”

He heard Davy shouting to him. “What?”

“Throw Talia up here.”

“What?”

Talia turned to him, hearing him. “What?”

He ignored her. “What, Davy?”

“Throw my sister up here. Just do it. The child has a knife. She’s going to plunge it into my body. The Immortal’s distracted. Now’s your chance to free me.”

“Davy, I don’t know—”

“DO IT!”

So, he did. He hurried to Talia and said, “I’m only doing what I’m told.” His fingers wrapped around her arm and he circled once, gaining enough momentum and then he let loose. Talia was launched in the air.

“Mom!” The child saw her coming and like Davy said, she pulled out a dagger that was inside of her shirt. He recognized it as one that he had given Wren as a gift. Then, right as The Immortal saw it, it was too late. It was plunged into her stomach.

“NOOOO!” she screamed, crashing back down to the ground, but he didn’t have time to figure why that one cut held so much more power than the others. The Immortal’s body was writhing on the ground and he stepped forward. A hand touched his. Brown was beside him. She said, “They need magic for this so hope you’re ready.”

“Wha—”

Again. He didn’t have time to question anything. He was overtaken by her magic, but it wasn’t just hers. He sensed all of the Mori as one. He sensed his friends. Gavin. Gregory. Wren. Tracey. Bastion. They were all connected. His brother, too. Mavic. Everyone. A moment later, he felt all the thread-holders, too. Brown must’ve connected to them, or to Talia, and they were all being channeled into him.

“Come in, Lucas!” Davy was calling him. He was on another plane. He wasn’t in his body form anymore. He had become his mind, but he followed her voice. “Davy, lead me!” he shouted back.

“I am. I’m pulling you to me.”

He stepped forward, feeling intense power all around him. It wasn’t his. It wasn’t Davy’s. It was angry, but it was distracted. It was blind to him until he was in front of Davy. He reached for her hand. Relief pouring through him. “Davy!”

His hand went through hers. He frowned, pulling it back. “I can’t touch you.”

“I know.” She was concentrating on his hand, her eyebrow bunched together. Her mouth turned down and she said, with authority in her voice, “But I’m going to grab you.”

He waited, holding his hand up, and as he held his breath, she started to lift her hand to his. He felt an immense pressure pushing back against him, but he held strong. Davy was breaking through whatever was holding her in.

A gasp.

He heard it in his ear. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Davy.

A reeling sensation zipped around them. An anchor began to sink inside of him. The Immortal knew what they were doing.

“Davy, you have to hur—” Her fingers touched his and the last of his sentence fell from his lips, “—ry.”

That was all the connection she needed. Her eyes closed and he felt the power radiate from her. It was like a blanket coming from her, one thread at a time. It was covering The Immortal around them and he felt a shift in gravity. They were going down.

Davy’s palm fit against his. She tightened her hold on him and grunted out, pain laced in her tone, “It’s working. She’s weakening.”

She kept breaking through the barrier until her other hand was holding onto his, then her arms, her elbows, her legs, her knees, her feet, her waist, then her entire body. They were crashing to the ground. It was The Immortal, not them. He realized that now until he was holding Davy in his arms again. As the entirety of her body fit against his, perfectly and how it always had, he was back in his own mind. He was in his own body and he really was holding Davy.

She opened her eyes. Tears burst forth, and she smiled at him. “Hi.”

Hi. She said hi. Lucas felt a stupid grin on his face. He grabbed her face, rested his forehead to hers, and asked, “Is it done?”

Her smile spread as wide as his and she nodded, bobbing their heads together. “Yeah.” Happy tears slid down her face. “It really is.” She grasped his head too and dipped so her lips met his. One kiss. Two. Three—he couldn’t let go. It’d been so long, so damn long. He groaned, his hands going around her. He pulled her in. He just wanted to hold her and reassure himself that she wasn’t going anywhere anymore.

“I’m here,” she gasped against his lips. “I’m not going anywhere. She can’t break free. She doesn’t have the power. I do. I’ll never let her have it again.”

As they kept kissing and hugging, they began to hear sounds of sobbing. He didn’t want to pull away, but he did with reluctance.

Lily was kneeling on the ground beside Talia. Tracey was next to her, and Wren was standing on Tracey’s other side.