Davina (Davy Harwood #3)

“Momma.” Lily stroked Talia’s cheek. She bent down and pressed her forehead to her mother’s. She whispered, “Momma, I love you.”


“Talia.” Tracey was moaning, rocking back and forth. Her hand went to touch her sister’s cheek, then lifted away. She started to touch her niece’s cheek, but her hand raised once again and began to go back to her sister. She couldn’t decide who to touch and in the end, she merely bent forward and pressed her forehead to Talia’s stomach. She grabbed ahold of her on both sides and cried.

Wren let out a soft breath and stroked Tracey’s back.

“Oh no.” Davy’s hand found Lucas’s. “They’re gone.”

Brown stepped forward. She told Davy and Lucas, “They gave their power to Davy—”

Davy finished, “I needed more. I couldn’t break through the barrier. They gave everything to me so I could and . . . it cost them.” She lifted her haunted gaze to him. “They died so I could live.”

“No.” Brown grabbed one of Davy’s hands. She held it to her chest. “They died so The Immortal would be defeated. If it was another thread-holder, if it was another time, you would’ve done the same.”

“I’m alive, though.” Tears were fast falling down Davy’s face again but the celebration had gone. There were losses to mourn.

“And they won’t be forgotten,” Brown said. She readjusted her hold on Davy’s hand, holding even tighter. “I promise, Davy. They will never be forgotten. We will remember. We will live for them now.”

Lucan joined the circle. His face was a mask. His lips were in a flat line. His eyebrows were fixed. He wore a bland expression before he turned to Brown. “I hate to strike while there are grieving ones here, but . . .” He lifted his eyes to his brother. A smirk showed and a chill sliced through Lucas once again.

He growled, his hands forming fists. “What are you doing, Lucan?”

“Well.” He let out a frustrated breath. “You see, everyone forgot why I was helping. I mean, yes. Take down The Immortal. Hear, hear. All cheers for her demise, but,” he cringed, smiling at the same time. “No one thought about the afterwards, and well . . .” His hand gestured to Talia and to Davy. “I have to strike while I can, and the time is now.”

He stared at Davy, but Brown gasped. Her head flew back and her chest arched up. Her hands spread out. She cried out, “Davy!”

“Brown!”

“There’s pain.” A bloodcurdling scream ripped from her. She cried out, hoarsely, “Something’s happening inside of me. I can’t—oh my God! I can’t—Davy!”

“What?” Davy grabbed both of her hands. “What is going on? Lucan! Stop it. Whatever you’re doing, stop it!”

Lucas started for his brother, but he was grabbed and hauled backwards. Five Mori warriors restrained him. He scanned the group, and all of his warriors were being held back by Mori. A high-pitched scream sounded from Lily as she was picked up and handed off to her mother. “Mom!” She hit at the Mori mother, but her futile attempts were ignored. She was whisked away.

Tracey kicked out. She tried to break free, an animal-like growl coming from her. She couldn’t. She was too weak. So was everyone else, Lucas himself, and his eyes found Davy’s, too. She was the weakest of all.

All that power, everything that had been given to them would be for nothing.

Lucan double-crossed them. As Brown kept screaming, Mavic moved around so he was standing in front of Brown and Davy both.

“Yes. Yes.” Lucan stood in front of his twin. His breath was hot as he was laughing. “You’re starting to piece it all together now, aren’t you? You were my way of breaking the thread from existence, but you’re my enemy. You were my weapons against her and it all couldn’t have worked better for me if I had planned it myself.” He leaned close and said softly, “Thank you, brother. Thank you for putting one of my own coven members in touch with a Bright witch. Thank you for allowing him to mold her into his own weapon, because you see, her magic wasn’t released at all. No, no. He’s not able to perform miracles, but he was able to channel other magic inside of her. She was the trusted one. She was sent here to help you and one of mine traveled with her. So while she was in The Immortal’s head with you and Davy, she thought she was helping you free Davy, but she wasn’t. Her magic wasn’t created to do that. Her magic was weakening Davy so that now I can kill her. Finally. The thread will jump to Brown, and then right to me. It’s all been planned. I’ll get what I wanted. I’ll be the first and only male thread-holder. I’ll be the final thread-holder.”

His brother’s delight repulsed him.

Lucas shook his head. If the thread were pulled from her, she would die. The thread made her immortal and as he watched, it was happening. Brown was connected to Davy still and Mavic was performing a spell on both. Davy’s skin was literally jerking. The thread was going to be ripped from inside of her.