Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(63)
She needed to consider it. If one side won over the other, how would it benefit her? Or would it not? It was Jacith’s side versus Roane’s. If Jacith won, her eyes narrowed—she had to locate him. She needed to understand what he wanted from her.
She focused on the battle again, waving a hand so she and Roane were cloaked. A group of vampires broke away from the rest. They were racing to find Roane, but they weren’t of too much concern. She would stop them once they arrived. The rest resumed their fighting, and she used this distraction to go from one creature to the other.
Jacith had covered his tracks. His magic was disguised inside of his creatures. She had to go from one to another, one at a time, and sink deep into each of them to find the amount of power he had given to each.
Vampires. Werewolves—she found that the wolves were given new power. The vampires held his power, but it was buried deep. Their power and magic had been with them for centuries. Each had been weaned off. It was their own power now, there was no line back to him and that was what she needed to find him.
She focused on the wolves. She went from one to the other, until she had searched the last of the wolves. They were all linked, but there had to be a line back to him . . . she needed to find the one that held Jacith’s power.
Wait.
She stopped and lifted her head. The answer was in herself. Davy would know. Closing her eyes, she began to shift through her own memories. Lucas was still drinking from her and she continued to hold his head in the palm of her hand. “Davy, Davy. What do you know?”
“Fuck you!”
Her mouth lifted in a grin. “Oh, how I’ve missed your spunk.”
“My spunk? Here’s some more spunk.”
Davy began fighting her.
The Immortal frowned. She was distracted and released Lucas from her hold. She rallied, focusing all her attention on the human in her. “You would dare to fight me?”
“I’d dare to do more. You took my body, you psycho narcissistic bitch.”
“And I will take more. I will take your life,” The Immortal sparked back at her. “Remember that I hold the power of your loved ones in my hand, literally. You will do better to work with me than against me.”
The human wasn’t happy. The Immoral felt Davy wanting to fight back, but what she spoke was the truth. The human needed her to help her friends.
“The Mother Wolf.”
The Immortal frowned. “The Mother Wolf?”
“That’s the answer. She’s the big bad mother Alpha. I’m guessing she’s the key to Jacith. She’s a psycho bitch like you, so you better kill her. Don’t become besties or something. She’ll try to take your power.”
The Immortal chuckled softly. No one could take her power. No one was a match to her anymore. She thought, “Thank you, my human.” Then, she released Davy from her thoughts and pushed her back, as far back into the back of her mind as possible. It was the same jail that she herself had been locked in. Then she opened her eyes once more. She turned again to the battleground before her.
Instead of resuming her search for this Mother Wolf, she saw that Lucas wasn’t kneeling before her anymore. She turned, and he was behind her. An army of his vampires behind him. All of them were staring at her, and she could sense their fear and rage all at the same time.
They wanted to kill her.
She smiled. “I don’t fear you.”
Lucas growled, “You should.” But he was conflicted. She saw the damage that all his memories had done to him. He loved her, or he loved the vessel, but he wasn’t sure anymore.
“You shouldn’t question yourself. You know who you truly love, Lucas.” She spoke, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper. Her words acted like a caress to him, trailing over him and filling his mind with the memory of when he made love to Davy. But it was her. He was feeling The Immortal, not the human anymore. He felt The Immortal’s power in the vision.
“Stop.” He turned away, breaking the connection from her. “Get out of my head.”
She whispered, her voice sounding as loud as thunder in his mind alone, “I cannot. You love me. It was never her.”
He pressed his hands over his ears and roared, “GET OUT!”
His friends started forward, reacting to his plea. They each had varied expressions. Alarm. Fear. Awe. Some were captivated by her, but none of them were a threat.
As they raced around their leader for her, she stepped backwards. Her feet touched air, but she lifted her arms and she was airborne once more. They stopped on the edge of the cliff. There was a woman snarling at her. Her chest was heaving. Her rage was clear and she wanted to murder The Immortal.