Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(5)

“I’m the only human here.”

“Besides Kates.”

He moved back and raised a hand to the side of his cheek. Her blood trailed across his lips, and his tongue swept out to lick her blood from the rest of his hand. “That’ll be remedied soon enough. Thanks for pointing that out, Kates’s best friend.”

My stomach dropped again. “What a nice boyfriend you are. You get her to betray her best friend and then you kill her. No matter what she’s told you, I know her. She doesn’t want to be a vampire. She’s a slayer. Everything inside of her wants to kill your kind. That’s what she was built for.”

A dark hint of amusement filled his eyes, and he turned to stroll out. “Who said she was going to become a vampire?”

I rushed forward, smashing against the cage. I needed to get out. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I needed to be free. Free. Be free. The cage never gave way. Lucan’s laugh raised a notch, and the door slammed shut behind him. I could still hear him as he went down the hallway. The laughter faded, but my chest still rose up and down sharply. No matter what she’d done, Kates didn’t deserve to be killed at his hands. By my hands, but not his.





Gavin resisted the urge to break through the bars. He could hear her screams. Every day, every night, every hour. He heard them, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“You can’t help her.” Gregory sat forward on the bunk bed. He watched his cellmate pacing. “And get away from those bars. I don’t want a repeat of the last time.”

Wren laughed huskily from across the hall. “Oh, come now. Burning vampire flesh. What’s a better smell than that? I know it helps me meditate. What about you, Trace?”

The tall blonde vampire glanced from her leaning stance, but didn’t respond. She crossed her arms and looked back through the small window again. A bored look was on her face, but her eyes were sharp. From their basement position, their windows allowed them to see foot level of the ground above. It seemed like millions and millions of Mori moved past their dungeon.

Wren sighed and stood to stretch. Her black leather stretched with her. As she arched her back with her breasts pointed in the air, she glanced backwards.

Tracey never looked away from the window.

Wren sighed again, but this time in disgust. “Give it up, Gavin. You can’t help Davy. None of us can, and unless you have magic in that tight ass of yours, there’s no way we’re breaking out of here.”

“Why do the Mori have magic? Why can’t we?”

Gregory’s bunk groaned in protest when he pushed down to stand, but when he stepped forward, a deep thud came from the ground.

“Stop.” Tracey looked now. “The Mori didn’t build this place for vampires of your size. They’re light footed and slender in build.”

“Yeah,” Wren bit out. “You could help us escape, make the bars crumble. Let’s not do that.”

Tracey shot her a look. “He could bring the entire building down, and who knows who he might kill in the process.”

The dark-haired dominatrix bared her fangs at her cellmate.

“You are being immature, Arwena.”

“Shut up, you two,” Gavin snapped and started to pace again. “It’s been three months, and you two have been at each other’s throat the whole time. I thought you were lovers, you used to love each other.”

“‘Used to’ is the operative phrase.” Wren sat on her bunk bed. Her shoulders slumped forward. All fight seemed to have left her in that moment.

A strand of golden hair fell over her shoulder and as she moved it back in place, Tracey flashed her deep blue eyes at her lover. A small frown appeared, but she didn’t allow it to last long. Wren seemed to be losing her fight every day they remained in captivity. And the regal Roane warrior knew one thing; they would all need to keep their rest for when they would fight free. They would get free. They had to. She glanced back out the window. If anything, she’d get free to find Talia’s daughter. She knew Lucan had taken her a year ago. She would have to be there, somewhere. She would find her sister’s child and take back what was left of her family.

Gavin had been watching the blonde. He saw the thoughts fly through her head, and then he saw when she dismissed Wren’s emotions. His own eyes hardened. He growled, “It doesn’t matter, Wren. Maybe you’re better off.”

Tracey’s chin tightened, but she never looked away from the window.

Gregory’s jaw clenched as well and he sat back down. His bunk shifted underneath his weight once more.

Gavin turned back and saw how his friend’s shoulders drooped. A sad expression came over him, and he knew the blonde Viking was missing the scatter-brained witch, for not the first time.