Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy 2)

Gregory and Wren left the room, but Roane stayed behind for a moment and scanned the room. His eyes were narrowed and lingered where I stood, but then he left with a guarded look over his face.

When his door shut, I was back at my car. I gasped and bent over to rest my forehead on my car. What had just happened?

"You're transitioning."

Saren materialized on the other side of my car. Her eyes were still the same smoldering flames, but she was dressed as a normal college student in a white sweatshirt and jeans. The black hair was swept up in a simple braid.

"You look normal except for those things." I pointed at her eyes.

They burst into flame, but quickly sizzled as if someone had thrown a blanket over the fire. "I'm not here to play with your mind. I'm here to help you."

"What's the catch?" I eyed her in suspicion.

She held up her hands in surrender. "I'm here to help. What did you just see?"

"Really?" There was no catch?

"I'm to help you."

"What'd you mean when you said that I'm transitioning?"

"Your powers. When you accepted the Immortal before, it was only the start. Everything molded to your body, but you don't know your full power. You don't know an eighth of your powers and you have to learn them one at a time. You can't learn it all at once. It's too much. Your mind would be overwhelmed. I'm here to help and

explain things to you."

"So what was that just now? Any time that I've been around Roane, even when I slowed time, he always knew I was there." And why did she seem so much nicer than the last time?

Saren smiled. The flames lit again, but they were small embers. "I'm not nicer. I'm here to do my job and that's to tell you what's going on. When I need to make you angry, I won't hold back. You need gentle guidance and answers right now."

I still didn't like her. "About what just happened?"

"The Immortal sensed something that you needed to know. It/you sent yourself there."

"Why didn't he know I was there?"

"He's powerful, too powerful, but if you don't want him to know you're there, he won't. That was you, not the Immortal. You didn't want him to know you were there. What did you see?"

"A group of vampires are coming to town. Roane is going to meet them."

She nodded. "What does that mean to you?"

"They're coming for me. I'm guessing that they'll try to kill me."

"Try."

"Try." I nodded.

Saren nodded too. "Who were the vampires?"

"I don't know—" I started to say, but Saren shook her head. She stepped close. "You know who they are. Who are they?"

I didn't even consider it. I just answered. "They were Roane vampires. They were sent by his Elders."

"And?"

I had no idea how I knew it, but I did. "They're here to usurp Roane from his position as their hunter."

"Are they going to succeed?"