Davina (The Immortal Prophecy 3)

Roane nodded. “Then we fight.”

He turned and led his men to join the Christane wolves. So be it who fell and who lived at the end.

DAVY

She could feel the Mori. She knew exactly where they were, even the little babies in the mothers’ wombs, and she walked toward them. Her feet glided soundlessly over the forest as she kept moving forward. Davy walked and walked. She wasn’t aware of the time, the weather, even where she was. She could’ve been walking on a cliff’s edge and she would’ve kept going.

Everything was tuned out, except for the Mori.

The Mori meant more magic, more power. And as she kept going, she moved with a serene and ethereal quality to her. Gavin, Gregory, and Tracey followed behind. They were no longer guarding her. They were merely trailing now. It was as if they didn’t exist, and more than once the three vampires shared a worried look. This was a Davy that they didn’t know, and while the humans didn’t know the old carefree Davy, they reacted on a primal level to this new Davy as well. They were silent and had grown pale. Their bodies started to tremble from the exertion they were being put through. Showers erupted in the sky and drenched their group. The two humans shivered. They accepted blankets that the vampires offered, but when Cal’s teeth’s chattering overpowered the sound of his own heartbeat, Gavin knew they had to stop.

“Davy.” He reached for her. “We have to stop.”

A part of him felt she wouldn’t, but when she did, he was surprised. Some hope sparked in him. His senses were telling him she wasn’t human anymore, had slowly been transitioning in that direction, but since killing the Mori, he could see The Immortal’s power over her. As he stared at her, he could only see small traces of the old Davy.

Her chocolate almond eyes, that usually danced and laughed, were dead. There was no life in them anymore. Her cheeks, that would pink and plump up whenever she would grin at something Lucas said or if she was caught staring at Gavin’s best friend, they barely moved. The color was gone. A white, almost tranquil, glimmer had formed over her skin.

“Why?”

She asked that one word, but instead of the impatience or even understanding that the old Davy would have, she sounded careless. It was like she was curious, as if the idea of exhaustion was a new concept to her.

He gritted his teeth and tried to quell his anger.

Davy’s eyes sharpened. Her head tilted to the side and the age-old hierarchy was switched. He was no longer the predator that every vampire was to a human. He was her prey. Gavin knew it, and Davy knew it. A faint grin teased at the corner of her mouth, but it only remained a faint glimmer. Her eyes remained cold and soulless.

He shifted to the back of his heel. “The humans need to rest.”

Davy stepped aside so she could see Cal and Spencer. As her dead gaze left him, Gavin could breathe. He’d been under her attention, which was a spell in itself now. He had to do something. This couldn’t continue. She would be gone and the allegiance he owed his best friend, to watch over his lover wouldn’t be upheld. He would be letting Lucas down. He couldn’t do that. As Davy continued to study the humans, Gavin cast a quick look at Tracey and Gregory. He saw similar unsettled looks in their faces.

“You are too tired?” Davy asked Cal and Spencer.

Neither answered. They glanced behind them, tucking their hands against their sides. Their shoulders hunched down, like they were trying to make themselves seem smaller. They wanted to run

from her.

Davy’s eyes narrowed. “You are not too tired? Why are you not answering me?”

Gavin cleared his throat. His hand went to his sword, but he only gripped the handle. He didn’t pull it out. “Davy, this is enough.”

She looked back. He braced himself, knowing how her gaze now felt, and as it settled on him, he felt all his breath being stolen. It was being drawn out of him, slowly, and at a torturous rate. Her eyes fell to his sword and though there was no reaction on her face, he felt her attention sharpen.

She asked, “You would use that on me?”

“Davy . . .” He wavered, but he had to address the problem. “You’re different. You’re almost unrecognizable.”

He searched her face, but nothing. There was no response. There wasn’t even anger. Just . . . nothing. Her face remained flat as she asked, “How so?”

“Come on,” Tracey burst out. She surged forward, throwing her hands out. “Look at you. You’re not even like us anymore. We have emotions and with you—there’s nothing. You’re cut off. You’re empty. You’re—”

“Bat shit crazy,” Spencer supplied, moving forward.

Cal snorted behind him. “Ditto on that. I used to think she was hot.”

“Yeah.” Spencer said over his shoulder to him, “If you’re into Terminator Dominatrix.”

Davy was quiet, but she asked, “I’m like a robot?”

“No.” Cal and Spencer started to talk at the same time. Gavin threw both a look. “Shut up.”