Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(64)

“Wren,” The Immortal spoke, pulling her name from Davy’s memories. “You are in love with Lucas.”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed and she reached for her, but The Immortal moved back again. She was out of the vampire’s reach unless she stepped off the cliff. “There, there,” she taunted her. “You cannot fly, the last I remembered.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Yes. You wished the same thing to the human who I share this body with.” The Immortal tilted her head to the side. “But you cannot harm either of us. We are both too powerful for you, and you hate it.” She flicked her eyes up and down the vampire’s body.

She was strong. Long black hair. Fierce dark eyes. Ruby red lips. She had hate and a yearning for power not so unlike The Immortal. She chided, sighing, “I wish that the prophecy had been changed. If I could’ve merged with you, I think both of us would’ve been happy with the result.”

But no, she had a human in her.

“Davy!”

A new voice sounded and The Immortal lifted herself higher. The voice came from behind the throng in front of her. It was a werewolf, and as she recognized her, she felt Davy fighting once again. This was a friend to her human.

“Pippa.”

“Davy.” The younger wolf rushed forward. Her sleek hair blowing in the wind. She had recently transformed back to her human body so her clothes were torn. They hung limply from her. The werewolf paid no attention. “Davy, please.”

The Immortal didn’t say a word. Sympathy filled her and she frowned. Where had that emotion come from? She wasn’t keen to human emotions.

Davy. The answer was clear to her. The human in her still had power over her senses. Perhaps that was why she didn’t wish to harm this wolf.

She needed to leave. She had to get away from Davy’s friends. They had power over her, power that she didn’t want anyone to have. She turned her back to the group on the cliff. She could feel Lucas’s confusion still. They were linked now, linked even more than they ever had been, but she had to deal with Jacith. He was a problem she didn’t want to regret not stopping as soon as she could.

The Mother Wolf. She needed to find her first.

She flew then, searching for her prey.





ROANE



“Roane.”

As soon as The Immortal was gone, Wren dashed to her leader’s side. Falling to her knees, she placed a hand on his shoulder. He was pale and trembling. The Immortal had been inside his head. She frowned, worrying about how to help him. What damage had Davy’s Immortality done to Roane?

“I’m okay.” Lucas touched her hand and raked his other hand over his face. He could feel her. He could see through her eyes as she soared over the trees now. He needed a block to her. He couldn’t let her know what he sensed when she had been accosting him with visions of time with Talia and Davy. Sensing that Wren was about to question him, he held a hand up. “Don’t ask me questions. She’s in my head still. I can’t tell you anything.

Wren pulled her hand free and hastily retreated a step. The vampiress’s eyebrows were arched high. The others heard his words and followed her lead. They all looked in fear at their leader now.

He needed . . . he couldn’t think.

The Immortal was moving farther away. Their link was lessening, but it was still there. He could feel The Immortal’s essence in him. It was pure power and he drew in a sharp breath, feeling his body acclimate to the sudden surge in him. It was overwhelming, but he couldn’t do a thing to stop The Immortal right now. Turning to the battle, he could do something there instead.

“Lucas!”

Christian Christane had arrived. He pushed his way through Roane’s vampires and stopped next to his sister. Glancing at Pippa, he paused a moment. Their heads bent together. She was filling him in on what happened. When she was done, a different expression crossed the Alpha Werewolf’s features. It was close to sympathy, but there was caution as well. His eyes held to Roane’s with a wariness Lucas felt in his bones.

Christian was gazing at him as if he were an enemy.

He was so far from that, or he hoped to be. Before Christian could speak, Lucas shook his head. “She gave me power. A lot of it. We can use that and launch another attack.”

“They’re retreating below. We can follow to where their camp is.”

Roane nodded. He signaled for Wren to come to him. She did, so did Pippa and her brother. He spoke, already feeling a grave distance starting between him and them. He would be their enemy soon. The Immortal was in his head, and she just proved that she couldn’t be trusted.

He said, “She’s in my head. She can feel me, but she’s distracted right now. Her power is immense and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold onto my own will. Right now, I’m your ally. You can use me against our enemies, but don’t trust me.”