Davina (The Immortal Prophecy 3)
“To do what?”
His words felt like a slap in the face. I winced. “To save Kates.”
“You’re lying to them.”
I closed my eyes. This is not the time.
“Too bad,” The Immortal snarled at me. “You’re going to have let me talk. You have to stop lying to them.”
“Davy?”
I shook my head at Gavin, turning half away from them.
“They can smell your lies.”
I grew still, hearing her answer. It was simple and given to me so calmly. I asked, “What?”
“If you want to be rid of them, stop lying. Believe your truth. They’ll smell that instead and will do what you want.”
“I want them to be safe.”
“So send them to safety.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“It’ll cost you, but it’ll be worth it. Send them back to Roane. They’ll be safe with him. They won’t be with you.”
“I . . . I don’t have enough strength.”
She laughed at me. “You do. You’ve been restoring it since you woke. You just have to tap into it.”
“What have I been using since I woke?”
“You have a back channel of power. It’s all stored up. It’s where I’m speaking to you from. You are me. I am you. I am this back section of power. Open up your mind and let me in.”
“I . . . can’t . . .” I was going to say I didn’t know to do that, but it wasn’t true. I did. It was the same way I had gotten into Cal and Spencer’s minds. I had my own door closed off to myself. I just needed to find it and burst through it, but . . . thinking about it, I hesitated.
“Come on, Davy,” she started to chide.
“Stop it!” I screamed back, the words coming from my throat as well. My heart was pounding. I could feel her wanting to get in. That was when I realized it—that door wasn’t keeping me out, it was keeping her in. It was keeping The Immortal from completely taking over me.
“Davy?”
I didn’t know who said my name, but I looked to Gavin. Seeing concern and his anger lessening, I almost whimpered. “It’s The Immortal. She’s trying to take over.”
A wave of alarm swept over all of them.
Gavin froze in place and asked, his voice dipping low, “What did you say?”
ROANE
Roane and Bastion had been tailing the Romah army for three days. They were trying to go around them, moving higher on the mountains to give the entire army a wide berth and their progress was painstakingly slow. More than once they were almost discovered and each time, Roane worried about what they’d have to do if that happened. No matter the consequences, whoever discovered them would have to be murdered. If the body was found, that could start a war before he was ready for it. The only plan he had was one he didn’t want to do. It put them at risk as well, but so far, he hadn’t needed to put it into play.
So far.
They were high up, at the highest line of trees on the mountainside. If they broke free from their cover, they’d be seen from below and every time there was a clearing, both had to drop to the ground and crawl across, going as fast as possible.
They weren’t moving as fast as Roane wanted. They needed to get ahead, but the break hadn’t come for them. The Romah army didn’t rest. They slept in shifts. While some would walk, the others would sleep on some makeshift carts. The awake ones would pull them ahead, then switch places and progress even further. The weight of their comrades slowed them down, but not enough.