Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(38)

They were too quick and too powerful.

They were on me within seconds, and I could only stare at them as they leapt over the river. They were in the air, and their fangs were out. Their mouths were open, and they’d be on me—then they were shoved back once more, but not by me. I didn’t have a spell ready to throw back.

I had a second’s warning as a deep roar sounded from behind me, before three bodies leapt over me, meeting the Mori vampires in the air.

Gregory, Gavin, and Tracey each grabbed a Mori, and all three pairs crashed to the ground in a wrestling fervor.

“Whoa,” one of the guys muttered behind me.

I didn’t glance back. I couldn’t look away from the others. If there was an opening, I had to help. And, as if reading my mind, Gavin flipped his Mori over his head. The other vampire fell to the ground, not far from me. I ran over, my hand in the air and a spell ready to cast when the Mori was back on his feet. He was back in the air, hitting at Gavin. The punch was blocked, but the Mori was back in the air, his knees bent toward his chest and his feet ready. He slammed into Gavin, this time on the top as the two were on the ground. After that, everything began to blur. The vampires were too fast.

I recognized Tracey’s growl and whipped to where they were. She and her opponent were close to Cal and Spencer, too close. Any second, they would be hit or used as a hostage.

I ran for them and yelled at the same time, “Get back.”

They both jerked backwards, eyes wide, faces pale, and beads of sweat on both of their foreheads. Spencer pointed to Tracey, who heard my voice and kicked her Mori in the opposite direction. She stopped once and looked to me. Our gazes caught, and I nodded at her. Her eyes narrowed, and her fangs showed, then she turned and leapt in the air, landing on her Mori.

“Who are they?” Spencer grabbed my arm.

Cal surged to my other side. “Yeah. Were those fangs on that chick?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say, not yet anyway.

“Davy.”

I shrugged off Spencer’s hold and said to him, “When this is done. I’ll tell you everything when this is done.”

“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.”