Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(83)

His sword hit hers. It held and he leaned forward, pushing on it. He was going to overpower her. He had to.

Sensing the renewed strength, she dropped her sword and hit at him with magic. “Enough!” she roared.

The magic hit him like a two-ton semi. It hit him hard and he was winded. He could see, but he couldn’t stop her as she turned on Saren. The wind went to her feet and began circling her. It picked up speed as it started up over her feet, her calves, her legs, her waist. She was drawing power from the ground.

She was going to kill Saren. He felt her intent and tried to help. “No!” he yelled.

It was too late.

The Immortal shot Saren with a blast of magic.

The blue-leathered warrior fell back, stunned by the hit. Her eyes rolled to the side and she began to fall.

“No!”

Lucas thought that was him. He was shouting in his mind, but it wasn’t. It was the other sisters. They surged ahead and Talia stepped into Saren’s body. He blinked by the sudden transformation. The blue leather was gone, and instead the red hair grew and a similar white dress formed over the thread-holder.

The Immortal stepped back, shocked, too.

“MOM!”

Talia’s eyes widened. She paled and turned. The Immortal did as well. Lucas saw the little girl run past him. He didn’t know what had happened to her. The Immortal must’ve placed her down, but she ran right by him. Her arms and legs were pumping as hard as she could and her eyes and mouth were flat, looking determined. “MOM! Mom!”

“No!” Talia gasped.

She lifted horrified eyes to Lucas. “Stop her—”

But she was past him. It was too late. Talia moved to scoop her daughter up, but The Immortal was there. She grabbed the child before Talia could and swung her away. She lifted up in the air and laughed down. “It is too late now. I will end all of this foolishness.”

“NO!”

The Immortal placed a hand against the child’s cheek and closed her eyes.

“No, no, no.” Talia was whimpering. “She can’t kill her. It’s all over for us then.”

“Lucas!”

He heard Davy shouting to him. “What?”

“Throw Talia up here.”

“What?”

Talia turned to him, hearing him. “What?”

He ignored her. “What, Davy?”

“Throw my sister up here. Just do it. The child has a knife. She’s going to plunge it into my body. The Immortal’s distracted. Now’s your chance to free me.”

“Davy, I don’t know—”

“DO IT!”

So, he did. He hurried to Talia and said, “I’m only doing what I’m told.” His fingers wrapped around her arm and he circled once, gaining enough momentum and then he let loose. Talia was launched in the air.

“Mom!” The child saw her coming and like Davy said, she pulled out a dagger that was inside of her shirt. He recognized it as one that he had given Wren as a gift. Then, right as The Immortal saw it, it was too late. It was plunged into her stomach.

“NOOOO!” she screamed, crashing back down to the ground, but he didn’t have time to figure why that one cut held so much more power than the others. The Immortal’s body was writhing on the ground and he stepped forward. A hand touched his. Brown was beside him. She said, “They need magic for this so hope you’re ready.”

“Wha—”

Again. He didn’t have time to question anything. He was overtaken by her magic, but it wasn’t just hers. He sensed all of the Mori as one. He sensed his friends. Gavin. Gregory. Wren. Tracey. Bastion. They were all connected. His brother, too. Mavic. Everyone. A moment later, he felt all the thread-holders, too. Brown must’ve connected to them, or to Talia, and they were all being channeled into him.

“Come in, Lucas!” Davy was calling him. He was on another plane. He wasn’t in his body form anymore. He had become his mind, but he followed her voice. “Davy, lead me!” he shouted back.

“I am. I’m pulling you to me.”

He stepped forward, feeling intense power all around him. It wasn’t his. It wasn’t Davy’s. It was angry, but it was distracted. It was blind to him until he was in front of Davy. He reached for her hand. Relief pouring through him. “Davy!”

His hand went through hers. He frowned, pulling it back. “I can’t touch you.”

“I know.” She was concentrating on his hand, her eyebrow bunched together. Her mouth turned down and she said, with authority in her voice, “But I’m going to grab you.”

He waited, holding his hand up, and as he held his breath, she started to lift her hand to his. He felt an immense pressure pushing back against him, but he held strong. Davy was breaking through whatever was holding her in.