Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“Shut up, Bennett!” Kates swiftly punched him.

Bennett seemed shocked and then he growled. It was an unearthly growl, a sound that only the undead could produce. The sound sent shivers down my back.

Emily shrieked.

I wanted Bennett dead, not silenced, but it didn’t matter in that moment. I turned around, placed a hand on my seat, and felt the cold plastic material underneath my fingers. “Boyfriend?”

Adam flushed and hung his head in shame. “I… Shelly and I are dating.”

Shelly and him—they were dating. The words met my ears, but I sat back, dazed, as I let them comprehend…. I liked Adam. I actually did, but… I didn’t too… and I was so confused. Was this remorse that I was feeling?

“What’d I tell you? Bad taste in men. You should stick to my kind.”

“Bennett, I swear that if you don’t shut up, I will slice your head off!” Kates grated out.

“Your kind?” Emily moaned, tearful.

My throat burned, but when didn’t it? I felt the first tingle in my stomach, deep inside, but I sucked in a ragged breath. Roane told me no Immortal stuff, certainly not with my current company. I wanted so badly to do something, to follow through with Kates’ threat.

“You’re one of us, Kates. Don’t get all twisted and holy. You’re in this all the way. Just like the rest of us. It’s a tough break your buddy got brought along, but that’s what you get for living in two worlds. You can’t have it all, Katie.”

“Do not call me Katie,” Kates warned. Lethal.

Bennett laughed and turned back around.

I glanced at the driver. He’d remained quiet the entire time. I couldn’t see his face at all, except a small side section. He was dressed in all black. A black baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes. It overshadowed the side of his face, but I caught a prominent cheekbone. Whoever he was, he had angular cheekbones. That was Kates’ type. She liked her men lean and with those hollow cheeks.

“You said that you were sent for the Immortal’s boyfriend. That’s Adam?”

“Yeah.” Kates frowned in sympathy. She raised a hand and I watched, immobile, as it descended in the air.

That’s when I snapped. I gasped and caught her hand. “Don’t you dare have pity on me. Don’t you dare try to comfort me like a friend. You don’t have that right. Don’t you dare….”

Kates blanched.

I gripped harder.

I felt the pain slice through her arm. It flared in her sapphire eyes, but I didn’t care. I sunk my fingers tighter in her arm until she cried out, “Davy, stop. Please…” She whimpered the last word.

Disgusted, I flung her arm away and sat back in my chair. I turned towards the window as I watched the scenery fly by.

In the back, Emily whimpered right alongside my betrayer. “Have we been kidnapped?”

“Yes, Emily,” I murmured dully. “We’ve been kidnapped.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

We drove through town and stopped once to put blindfolds on. I thought Emily was going to hyperventilate, but Bennett skimmed a kiss over her forehead and she quieted. Even as the ‘bad guy’, he still had power over her. Then Kates turned and handed me the blindfold. I looked at it dumbly for a moment, but saw the appeal in her eyes. If I fought it, I wasn’t sure if she would’ve overtaken me and put the blindfold on or if she would’ve allowed Bennett to do it. It didn’t matter either way. I tied it behind my head and waited for Bennett to finish tying Adam’s.

Adam. What could I even say about him? I couldn’t think about him, not yet. I didn’t even know what I thought anymore. Kates. Adam. Myself. Emily—betrayal was running rampant in these parts of Benshire.

After the blindfolds were checked a second time the van pulled ahead and we drove in silence the rest of the way. It slowed and turned upwards onto a gravel road. It wasn’t long until we stopped and not one word was spoken.

The air felt heavy.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and the cold blasted us. I flinched once, but refused to do it again.

“Come on, Davy,” Kates urged softly.