Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(27)

I was hurrying.

The farther I could get away from the others, before they realized my disappearance, the better. The spell I cast should keep them asleep for an additional few hours. Long enough so they couldn’t catch up if they dared to try. Every hour, I gave myself some Immortal speed, zooming through the woods, but I stopped almost as soon as I started. I didn’t want to wear myself out. I was still hoping to keep regrouping The Immortal powers, but once I got to another mountain and came to a cliff’s edge, I knew I needed to use a bit more than I planned.

Mustering up an extra amount of energy, I felt the world falling away. I looked down. It wasn’t the world. It was me. I was lifting myself in the air and over the deep ravine until I landed on the other side. Once landing on my feet, I let out the breath I’d been holding and tried to stop any powers that I might’ve still been using, any leftover. Once I was sure I had completely stopped, I looked up. I needed to head over this mountain, but I knew there was so many more to go. I felt the Mori and Kates. It was low in my gut, but it was like an anchor deep inside of me. It was pulling me toward them.

I was going for Kates, but I was going to kill Lucan. He couldn’t be allowed to remain alive. He’d keep coming. He’d keep trying to hurt me, hurt Lucas, hurt anyone else that I loved.

There was another battle coming. I felt Jacith’s presence. He was over my shoulder, watching me, studying me, and I knew that he would arrive soon. But first, head ducked down, I started up the embankment. I needed to kill Lucan first.





“She’s gone!”

Wren ripped down the tarp and raced outside. She repeated, “Davy’s gone.”

The rest of the vampires were awake and on their feet instantly. Gavin reached for his sword, but there were no enemies to fight. He forced his hand to release the weapon as he gazed around. “What are you talking about?”

“No.” Tracey shook her head. “Wren is right. Davy is gone. I can’t hear her heartbeat anywhere.”

Gavin stifled a curse. Lucas would be furious about this. Davy wasn’t helpless, but she still didn’t know the full force of her powers, and she had struggled. She used too much of her powers helping them escape. They shouldn’t have been able to get away from the Mori, but they had. They all knew it had been because of Davy, and she’d been exhausted since.

His anger started to mount. They had to find her. They had to stop her, or at least slow her down. She couldn’t go back unassisted.

Gregory began picking up his weapons and the rest of what little they had around the camp.

Gavin asked, “What are you doing?”

The giant vampire stopped and gave him a hard look. “What do you think? We have to go after her.”

“No.” Wren drew both of their gazes.

Gavin took a step toward her. “What did you say?”

She raised her chin up. “I’m not going.” Her eyes cooled. “She made her choice, to go without us. I’m going to find Lucas. It’s time we returned to our leader’s side.”

“He would want us to aid Davy.”

“Then I’ll get that order from him.” Wren reached down and grabbed the bow and her satchel of arrows. She fitted both over her back, pulling her arm through the strap. “I’m going this way.”

“Davy went that way.” Gavin pointed the opposite direction.

“I’m going, Gavin.” Wren’s tone was final. “I’m sorry, but I have to go where I feel I’m supposed to be. Lucas needs us. He’ll move at a faster rate if we are at his side.”

A low and primal growl came from deep in Gavin’s throat, and he started forward. If he had to force her to go with them, he would. His hands were in the air, ready to battle his sister vampire when Tracey stepped between them. “I’ll go with you.”

Everyone paused.

Gavin realized she meant him at the same time Wren did. His eyes widened in surprise, but Wren let out her own growl. “Are you kidding me?” she snapped at her. “I thought you had come to your senses.”

Tracey held Gavin’s gaze for a moment longer. She thought in her head to him, “Give me a moment. I need to say my goodbyes to her.”

With Tracey’s decision, Gavin looked to Gregory. He asked, “And you?”

“The Immortal promised me she’d help my daughter.” He had picked up his sword, but he sheathed it now. “I’ll go to be at her side.”

It was decided then.

All three of them, Tracey, Gavin, and Gregory all turned as one and regarded Wren. Her mouth fell open, and she looked to all of them slowly. She gutted out, “Are you kidding me?”

“We’ve made our choice, Wren.”

She shook her head. “You all are wrong. You’re abandoning our leader.”

“Lucas would want us to help The Immortal.” Tracey reached out to touch her arm.

Wren twisted away, her eyes flashing in anger, and she hissed back, “Do not lie to me. You’re not going to help the human. They are.” The last two words were spat out as she pointed to the other two. “They go for her, but not you. At least, give me that consideration. You’re going for a whole other reason.”

“Wren . . .” Tracey stopped. Wren wouldn’t listen to reason, Tracey saw that now. There was nothing else to be discussed. The goodbye would be pointless. Wren would leave in anger. She wouldn’t be able to hear anything else. She had reached out for her, but her hand fell back to her side now. She couldn’t shake the forbidding feeling that was the summation of their relationship. They could’ve been together again. They could’ve been a force to be reckoned with, but it was only Wren’s way. If she didn’t go to be at her side, there would be no going together. Tracey’s head hung down. She said quietly, “I have to go for my niece. I have to try.”