Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)
“Who?”
He didn’t remember my roommate? “You know, the one that your buddy bit tonight.”
There was silence on the other end, long tense silence. “What do you mean?”
“I need your help. I think my friend is in danger.”
“Who is this?”
Good God. “The empath!”
“Oh.” He understood now. He was quiet for a moment, a long moment, and then he asked, “Your friend is in danger?”
“Yeah. I need your help.”
“The slayer.” He seemed to choose his words carefully.
“Kates. She’s not the slayer.”
“She has the powers of a slayer.”
“There’s a difference. She’s not a slayer,” I defended, heatedly. I shouldn’t care this much, but being a slayer according to the new decree was illegal and it warranted instant death as punishment. The Hunters replaced the slayers. The slayer elders had agreed with the decree and so it was born.
Roane didn’t respond to my argument. “Where are you?”
“At my dorm.”
“With your roommate?”
“Yes.” Why was this so confounding to him? “I got your number from her.”
“From Emily?”
“Nevermind. Where do I meet you?”
There was silence again on his end.
“I can come to you,” I cried impatiently into the phone. Why did he need to consider this? He was a Hunter. He had to help, didn’t he? Although, truthfully, I wasn’t sure what their job requirements were. I mostly just knew they hunted the bad vampires. I waited for a long breath and then he said abruptly, “I’ll come to you. Don’t leave your dorm.”
He hung up immediately and Emily snored from the couch. Ignoring her, I programmed the vampire’s phone number into my phone before I stood up—then I felt awkward. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but I sat at my desk and waited… and waited …and waited some more. It’d been an hour before I growled to myself. I couldn’t stay in the room any longer so I left and went downstairs to the lobby. Of course, when I got there I noticed two things. It was two in the morning and Shelly was wrapped around Adam in the television lounge.
CHAPTER SIX
I tried to slip outside, but no luck.
“Davina!” Adam called out, hurried, and did my ears detect a little bit of guilt? I was pretty sure they did.
“Hey,” he called again and eagerly waved a hand.
Shelly unwound her tentacles around him, but one of her arms remained on his hip. It was intimate and I knew her smirk wasn’t coincidental. They both looked dressed up, but Adam had on a sleek buttoned-down black shirt that looked like it’d been ironed. He always looked nice, but this was a pay grade above that. Shelly wore a leather shirt fastened together by one big pearl button underneath her breasts. It added cleavage. Lots of cleavage. The girl knew how to dress. Even Kates would’ve been appreciative.
“Hi, Davy.” Shelly’s ruby red lips formed a perfect, unfriendly, smile.
Adam was blind. He beamed. “So… where are you going this evening?”
“More like morning, Adam.” Shelly laughed and patted his arm.
If I were a vamp, my fangs would’ve already been out.