Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(70)

She stood, right in front of one of the most feared sorcerers since Roane had been alive and there was no fear.

He finished as all of his insides threatened to spill out of him, “. . . he’s not your enemy, is he?”

“No.” A full smile stretched on her face, and she turned around.

Jacith had his eyes closed. He was wearing a similar robe as The Mother Wolf, blue and silver. The hood was pulled low over his face so his eyes were shielded, but his power was immense. It rippled through the cave. His arms were stretched out as he continued to chant, he allowed them to continue their conversation, until he sensed The Immortal’s attention. His eyes opened and a smile appeared on his face.

The sight sickened Roane.

Jacith lowered his arms and his head at the same time. He bowed to The Immortal. “As we meet at last.”

He held a hand out, and The Immortal took it, letting him hold it as he looked back up. She echoed, “As we meet at last.”

The two shared a smile before Jacith removed his hood.

Roane had never met him, but he heard about him. Everyone had. Jacith was tall in his vampire body, but once the hood left his head, he grew in height. He stood at another four inches, towering over the both of them. His hair was black and gray, all mixed together and his eyes were a clear blue. A white line shone around his irises, but Roane had a dreaded guess that that was The Immortal’s influence over him. She was assisting him with magic in some way.

“Lucas Roane.” Jacith tucked his hands to his chest, his robe’s sleeves hanging low to the ground. He moved around The Immortal and approached. He scanned him up and down. “You are every bit as powerful as she said you would be.”

Roane needed to get out of there. As fast as possible. He began to move backwards, an inch at time.

The Immortal studied him alongside Jacith. She folded her arms over her chest and nodded. “He is. The Hunters are close by. His tattoo is alive. I can feel it.” She glanced to him. “Can you?”

Jacith’s eyes narrowed, a mere fraction of an inch. “Of course, I can.”

“Really?” Her grin turned smug, just the slightest hint. “He has power. We can draw from it.”

As she spoke those words, Jacith’s eyes lit up. An eager gleam grew bright, and he moved forward. Roane went still. He was a prey to the sorcerer. He was focused on getting out of there, but at the cold sliver that rang down his back, he reassessed the situation. Hunters. His tattoo. They could draw his power, the last shoe dropped then.

“You promised him my power.” Roane didn’t even ask. He knew that was what happened. It was the only thing that made sense.

Surprise and pride flashed over her features. “You’re smart, Lucas. Yes, I did.”

“All that you said before, about how I loved you, all of that was a lie.”

“No. That was the truth. You do love me. I’ve been drawing you to me for decades. The thread-holder before Talia would’ve found you, too, if she had been smart enough to realize her wishes weren’t her own.” She spoke dryly, a wry twist at her lips, “She was more accustomed to females so when she began dreaming of you, she knew something was wrong.” Her eyes grew hard. “But I will have my time with that thread-holder. I know she is waiting. Her time is soon, but until then, everything else was a lie.” She shook her head. “I don’t love you, Lucas. I’m not a crazy, besotted weakling like the others. You have power. You have lots of power and you will be giving all of that power to Jacith.” She glanced at the sorcerer. “He was very keen to get his hands on you. That was my part of the deal. I was to deliver you to him.”

“How?”

Roane wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he asked anyway.

“Your brother helped so much, but I needed more power to break free from Davy. Every time she was unconscious, and there were a lot of times your brother’s coven made her pass out from pain, I called onto Jacith. I drew him to me. He loaned his power to me and here I am, returning it to him. You. You are my payout.”

“This is a joke, right?”

Jacith was advancing on him. His sick delight was making Roane’s stomach roll over. He couldn’t defeat the sorcerer and he knew he couldn’t defeat The Immortal. A brief thought of ending it his way, his power intact, flashed through his mind.

“Don’t!”

He met her gaze. “Why not?”



“Because—” she glanced to Jacith, but his back was completely to her. He was focused only on Roane. Her eyes narrowed and a cold wall fell over her face. She thought back to him, “Because you were my bait for him. That’s why.”