Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

I whispered to Lucan, “I want to give you what you want.”

He licked his fangs and grasped my arm. That was all he needed and he jerked me forward to clamp onto my skin. I tensed as my skin broke underneath his fangs, but I grasped his head. I willed him to drink all he needed.

“No!” Roane leapt across the room and pulled his brother from me. Lucan fell against a wall, bewildered and triumphant. Then his back arched dramatically. Only his head and toes touched the floor. He sucked in a ragged breath and pounded at his chest frantically. Desperate.

Roane stopped in front of me. He held me back with an arm around my waist and watched in confusion. “What?”

I watched Roane as he watched his brother. “He can be right again. I saved your brother… for you.”

“What did you do, Davy?” The words were wrung out from him. Roane stared as Lucan howled in pain and rolled on the ground.

My words were for his ears only. “I gave him life again. He can be right.”

Lucan continued to writhe on the floor, but Roane suppressed a shudder and abruptly turned so he couldn’t watch anymore. He pulled me tight against his chest and wrapped both his arms around me. He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder and I watched for him. One of my hands lifted to cradle the back of his head.

Everyone watched in the room. No one dared to speak. Then Lucan’s body lifted off the floor, his back arched, and a dark light ripped out of his mouth. It slammed to the ceiling and settled there. Waiting. I’d kept the crystals floating in the air and now I turned my wrist. Each little shattered particle of crystal all moved as one.

“Be gone,” I whispered.

Immediately the crystals surrounded the black light and an explosion occurred.

Roane jerked. Everyone gasped. Kates fell to the floor with a wrangled moan. Wren cursed softly, but savagely. After another moment of holding me, Roane lifted his head to turn towards his brother. Lucan was unconscious.

“He’s sleeping.”

“Davy… what did you do?”

“His soul is intact.”

Roane looked anguished. “He’s human?”

I nodded.

“How?”

I couldn’t tell him, not really. So I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I let Roane see my true self. He saw the silver eyes. “I’m the Immortal.”

THE END

EPILOGUE

“Welcome to our last conversation.”

I sighed in irritation and turned, but stopped in surprise. I looked around. “We’re not in the dark anymore. And… I think I’m sleeping again.”

The Immortal me stood before me. “No, we’re not because this is the end.”

I tilted my head questionably. “What are you talking about? I thought we were immortal, together for eternity?”

Silver eyes flashed back at me. “Stop thinking about trivial things. You don’t need to distract yourself anymore.”

“It’s what I do.” I shrugged it off, but something prickled at me. It was in the Immortal’s voice—my voice. Then my eyes widened. It was my voice talking back to me. It wasn’t the annoying Immortal or the lecturing Immortal. It was me.

Finally.

“What… what have I done again?”

The Immortal me smiled, assured and strong. “I did choose you, Davy, but I didn’t go to you. When you reached inside of Talia, you pulled me out and inside of you. There’s a part of you, a part that is noble. Your strength is more than I’ve ever encountered in a being before. You pulled me into you.”