Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“Ooh—who’s Adam?”

“None of your business.” I was adamant.

“It might become my business. I’m bunking with you until it all blows over.”

Oh no.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, I opened my eyes and instantly groaned. When Kates and I had returned to the dorm last night, I’d been ecstatic to find the vampire gone, but disappointed to find Adam gone too However, Emily had not been happy to meet our newest roommate. Kates ate it up. She loved causing drama and I could see that Emily was her newest target.

I woke Kates up and made her promise to play nice, which she did with a gleam in her eyes.

Later, when I let myself in my dorm room, I knew Kates had found a loophole. Emily jumped on me and crowded me against the door. “She has to go! Now.”

“What? I don’t—” Although, I could guess.

Emily shot up a hand. “Or I’m calling the cops on her.”

Sadly, I wasn’t surprised. This was just how Kates got her jollies. “What’d she do?”

“What’d she do? What didn’t she do?!” Emily laughed in outrage. She crossed her arms and I almost saw a cloud of smoke puff out of her ears.

Kates sauntered in with a towel and a thong dangling from her hand. A coy smile was outlined by ruby red lips. “Heya, you’re back.”

I moved Emily aside and hung up my bag. “I’m tired. I’m hungry. And,” I looked at Emily. “I’ll deal with Kates later.”

A look of disgust flashed over her face before she harrumphed once and left.

“So… how many vamps did you see? I’ve seen fourteen and I haven’t left this building.”

“Uh huh.” When I sat down, I didn’t want to deal with vamps, my roommate, or my nostalge.

Kates dropped into Emily’s chair beside me. “I want to know what’s going on with the vampire population. I’ve been to colleges before. I’ve been to this college before and I remember seeing four, not fourteen.”

“So what?” I sighed as I glanced at the message machine. Twenty-three messages. Apparently, the word got out that I’d been on that roof. “What am I supposed to do?”

Kates threw a toned leg on the desk. “It’s weird that you’re famous. I would love to be famous, but not you. We all know your deal—”

“Emily doesn’t,” I intervened quickly.

“Really? She doesn’t know? No wonder she’s pissy at me. I know something she doesn’t and she knows it. Anyways, let’s hope the reporters don’t find out you think of yourself as an empath.”

“I am.”

“They won’t think that.” She waved it off. “They’ll paint you as some psycho and you’ll be blamed for that girl jumping. So the question is how long can you avoid them? Or is that going to make them hungrier?”

Everyone in the psychic community had grown up with strict guidelines on how to handle possible exposure. Some followed and some didn’t. The ones that the media reported on, they either didn’t care or they wanted their moment of fame. I could handle the media.

“Why so many vampires?” I wondered out loud instead. I didn’t want to discuss my current celebrity status.

Kates shrugged and stood up. She dropped the towel and bent over to look through my closet. I was relieved to see that she wasn’t naked. “I know you’re all demure when you’re around me, but you have some rocking clothes. Like this one!” She produced a pair of black leather pants.

“That’s for a Halloween costume.” Not really. They were for Adam… the when and where was still up to debate.

Kates snorted and slipped the pants on. She chose a near-see-through cream colored shirt. “I think we should go and ‘interview’ that hottie from last night.”

“No, we won’t.”