Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“Is she permanently in tune with you?”

I couldn’t ignore that Blue had called before when we’d both been thinking of her. Blue was my sponsor. She was always alerted towards me, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was inside all the time. Actually, she was hardly ever inside of me. I had some superior shields to the best vampire or empath, but I couldn’t tell Kates that. If Blue wasn’t tuning into my radio, that meant she was tuned into Kates’. Judging by the stormy expression in Kates’ cobalt eyes—I swallowed what I’d been about to say and lied, “Yes, she is.”

Relief and pity flashed in Kates’ gaze, but the tension quickly left her. “I should go…” Kates stood reluctantly and glanced uneasily towards the door.

It took a few more minutes, but after she left I glanced at the clock and saw it was close to five in the morning. With a long drawn-out yawn, I used the bathroom and readied for bed. Then I closed my eyes in blissfulness as I crawled into my bed. Heaven. Emily snorted, but it didn’t faze me. Nothing fazed me… I felt sleep creep into my limbs and before long; I knew I drifted off to sleep…

I felt the heat first. It blasted me and my eyes shot open to see that I was back on the roof and the girl who had jumped to her death was in front of me. I felt a shiver travel down my spine and then glanced over my shoulder for the vampires, except there were none. I closed my eyes and sensed out, but I didn’t feel any beneath us either. It was also warm out. I’d been on that roof that night and it hadn’t been warm.

“Davina…” she called to me.

I don’t know why, but I clamped my eyes tighter together. Something told me not to open them. If I did, I’d see something I didn’t want to or hear something I didn’t want to…

“Look at me,” she commanded and my eyes popped open. I had traitorous eyes.

She had stood on the edge with tears glistening on her cheeks that night. There was no sadness now. Instead, I saw urgency, but she was calm. She had been turned half away from me, but she faced me squarely. She wore the same white dress that billowed around her slender frame. A warm gust of wind teased the ends of her auburn curls, but she didn’t have inflamed cheeks this time. They were pale, as they might’ve always been. Her hazel eyes were framed by thick, rich eyelashes, but that’s not what mesmerized me.

She spoke with her eyes.

“You don’t… you can’t talk to me normally?” I was fascinated, but a little weirded out.

She smiled softly, but her mouth didn’t move. “This is your dream. You make up the rules.”

I blinked. “Uh… what?”

She smiled gracefully. “Reach out to me, Davina. Reach out to me…”

“I did that night.”

“Reach out to me…” Her eyes were misted now, haunted.

I couldn’t breathe.

“You know what I’m trying to tell you. Reach out to me so you can understand now.”

“Understand what?” Chills blasted me. I felt goose bumps up and down my arms. A cold breeze wafted against my neck and the hairs on my back stood upright.

She glided closer to me with a hand outstretched.

I got one of those creepy feelings as if I was watching a horror movie play out in front of me. Or if I was in a horror movie and I was the next victim to die.

“I chose.”

I snorted. “You chose to die that night. Good for you.”

“No.” She shook her head and those perfect lips still didn’t move.

“I chose you.”

I gasped and jerked upright. I couldn’t breathe. Something wasn’t letting me breathe. My eyes popped open and I found myself in bed, heaving frantically for air. I was drenched in sweat with my blankets on the ground. Sunlight blinded me and I gasped, covering my eyes. It didn’t help the splitting headache that had formed at the back of my head.

“Morning.”

I saw Emily at her desk, wearing her white terry-cloth robe with her bunny slippers. She’d just showered, but she looked like she’d been hit by a bus that reversed and did it again. Judging by the bags underneath her eyes and the drooped shoulders, I knew my roommate was feeling her first hangover.

“Morning,” I rasped out and lifted my arms. I felt like anchors were tied to both of them and they fell abruptly back on my lap.

“You had a nightmare. You were screaming and you threw all of your covers off. I covered you up three times, but you kept kicking them off. I gave up.” Emily lifted a wary shoulder and turned back to the book she had opened in front of her.