Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“Wha—huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

I shrugged out of his hold. “Kates told me about your fairytale. Whatever. But there are way too many vampires at this convention for it to be a coincidence. What is going on?”

He relaxed slightly—which unnerved me. “They’re harmless.”

“I don’t want them here. This is my world. I go to college here. I’d like all the vampires to just leave!”

He laughed.

He laughed.

The lethal Hunter that scared me the most laughed at me. “Hey!” I hit his shoulder, but vampire bodies are sculpted and hardened to withstand anything. My hand literally bounced off of his shoulder and I was the one that gasped from the pain.

“What?”

I cradled my hand to myself and gritted my teeth when it started to throb. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not. Yes, the Immortal is in town. They’re here for her. It’s like when humans flock to wherever the pope shows up. I can’t make them leave so you’re going to have to deal with their presence.”

“They hurt people.”

“That’s my problem. Trust me, I can handle my job.” Roane turned and gestured towards the hotline booth with his head. “I thought you quit that place.”

“What? Huh?” I looked over and sure enough, I could see the booth through a line of pine trees that blocked us from the convention. There he was, hard at work. My Adam. My hero. And he was currently answering some more vampires’ questions. His hand didn’t tremble. He didn’t sweat. He had no idea those things were vampires. I saw how eager he was. He thought he was recruiting future volunteers. Unlike those vampires, his heart was in the right place.

“I saw you over there. I thought you quit.”

Roane pulled me back to our conversation. I felt off balance from my Adam daydreams and then Roane’s presence was a world in itself. The force that came from him was sweltering and it seemed to suck a person in. I shook my head again and tried to get past a little dizziness.

Oh… no… no. I realized with horror that the dizziness wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, the world was starting to circle around me at breakneck speed. I felt myself falling and I shot out a hand for balance. The building in front of me felt sturdy as I leaned my head against it. It was really nice to touch.

And then… double crap. Everything went black.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I found myself in a dark secluded room and on top of an uncomfortable couch when I woke up. Where the hell was I? “We’re in a professor’s office.”

I jumped abruptly and let out a shriek. Then I saw a shadow detach itself from the wall and stroll forward. Roane.

“You fainted.” His voice was curt.

“You caught me before? I thought it was the building.”

He leaned back on the desk and asked, “What’s going on with you? You were vomiting the other night and I know you weren’t drunk. Now you fainted. You look like you’ve been sick since last night. Cold sweats?”

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business. How did you know about the cold sweats?” I didn’t think I wanted to hear the answer.

“I can smell the perspiration on your skin.”

I’d been right.

“It’s got a sweet aged smell to it. Not many vampires can place it.”

“Too much information.”

“You asked.”