Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“I didn’t go through the lounge. I snuck up the back stairs.” I shrugged and grabbed my shower bag. Then I toed off my shoes and slid on my flip flops.

“Where are you going?” Emily gasped with a hitch in her voice.

“I’m going to take a shower and then get ready. Adam can wait.”

“What about the guy?”

“He can wait too. We’re worth it.” Then I proved how overjoyed I was with a long yawn.

Emily narrowed her eyes, but didn’t comment.

Was I overjoyed? Not anymore. Could I be overjoyed with the idea of a date with Adam? I was hoping. I wanted normalcy before and I still wanted normalcy. What was messing it all up was Roane and the Immortal stuff. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was a human now. I’d be the Immortal another day. Human. Date. But first, a shower.

When I entered the room after a quick cleaning, I saw that the chairs all remained the same and Emily was dressed now in a pair of khakis and a red sweater. I considered making a joke about Target, but thought better of it. In her state, Emily wouldn’t register the joke or she would’ve been even more horrified.

“I’m freaking out,” Emily rushed out.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” I nodded to myself.

“What kind of guy comes to a girl’s dorm? How did he even know who I was?”

I had one answer for that. He was a vampire. They could sniff down their adversary. “I’m pretty sure Kates introduced you guys or Roane did. It’s not that big of a campus. There are only a few dorms for freshman girls.”

“Roane?” Emily asked, confused.

“Oh—Luke, right? That’s what you call him.”

Emily sighed wistfully, “I wish he were downstairs.”

My hand stilled as I reached for a black lacy shirt. My stomach flipped on itself, but I took a deep breath and pushed past the moment of shame. My roommate had a crush on Lucas Roane. I knew that and I still kissed him. Could I take it back? I don’t think that was the question I needed to ask myself. I should’ve asked—did I want to take it back?

“But he’s not and this guy is. I like this guy—he’s… I don’t know how to explain it.”

I’d heard it so many other times. Emily wasn’t the first to have fallen underneath a vampire’s attraction. It was ensnaring and powerful. We were both doomed.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Emily announced and I turned to see that she was glowing.

“What happened to the ‘we have too many chairs?’”

She blushed again. “I don’t know. It’s silly, right? I should be excited that a guy is here. He took the time to find me and wants to have dinner. It’s dinner. That means something, right? Right?” The glow quickly slipped to show befuddlement.

“It means something, yes.”

She smiled and her panic lessened again. I’d never seen her so frazzled. It was so human of her and I found that refreshing. “Are you ready to make him eat his heart out?”

Emily smoothed a shaking hand down her shirt and chuckled.

I grabbed my purse and posed. “How do I look?”

Emily blinked. “You look great. Wow, you really do.”

I chose a cream silk shirt that hugged my body. A layer of black lace had been sewn over it and the shirt rested low on my hips where I felt the snug fit of my jeans. I had eyed the high heeled black boots, but the black ballet slipper shoes won. I felt comfortable. I knew I wouldn’t be mistaken for a Target employee.

As we left the room, I tried not to ask myself the question of whether I was dressing for Adam or the hope of Adam? I sucked in a breath. I didn’t want that—I didn’t want to start thinking about things like that. I was normal for the night.

Emily had walked ahead, but turned back. Her eyes widened dramatically and she stopped abruptly to place a soothing hand over my arm. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Thanks.” I was a taken aback at the concern in her voice. It was real. I always thought Emily ran in the opposite direction of emotion. I squeezed her hand in reassurance and then we both turned towards the boys who were waiting. Adam straightened from the wall and smiled that adorable grin.