Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(55)

He loved The Immortal, just as he fell in love with the next thread-holder.

She relished that feeling now. When she slipped into Davy. It was right. The body was right. There was power already in the human, more than she could’ve imagined, and as soon as the thread was inside of the empath, The Immortal knew she found the right body. At last.

She pushed that memory into Roane’s head, too. She wanted him to experience the moment he lost the next thread-holder, because he had. As soon as the thread was inside of Davy, it was over.

Davy was hers.

He fell in love with her vessel once again, and still, even as she pushed more memories into his mind, she knew he wouldn’t realize it.

He was in love with her, not the vessel.

Memory after memory, she shoved them all into his mind. Every time she was there. Every time he was feeling her power, not the thread-holder. Her. The last vision was when he drank from Davy’s blood. He was drinking her, not Davy. It was her, mixed in the vessel’s blood, that filled him and gave him power.

She stood just before him now, her hand still in the air. “Do you feel me?”

His eyes rolled inside and he bent over, falling to his knees. She pulled at her power that was still in his blood. The Roane Hunter-line had turned off his connection to the Hunters. He could no longer sense them, but she felt a faint stirring of them. She felt his Hunter tattoo. It sparked alive and that meant one thing, the Hunters were near. He was still not connected to them. They feared he was too powerful, but his tattoo was burning. It only burned when other Hunters were nearby.

“No,” she murmured. She was lost in thought.

Lucas was reliving that moment when he drank from Davy. It was on a loop, repeating over and over again. As he was blind to everything else, she cupped the side of his face. He looked up at her, but he still couldn’t see her. She pressed her wrist to his mouth and urged, “Drink.”

The other Roane was turned into a human, but that was because Davy wanted it.

Lucas didn’t fight her. He gripped her arm and his fangs sank deep into her skin. He was drinking her blood and more of her power went into him. It mixed with the other remnants of her power and everything became more inside of him. He was more. He was more of a vampire. He was more of a Hunter. He was more of her lover. He loved her more. His strength was more.

His power was more, and he was her creature now.

She traced the side of his face as he kept drinking. Her own love for him filled her. She could feel Davy protesting in her. She didn’t want this to happen, not while The Immortal was in control, but the human was the one contained now.

The Immortal smiled. Still holding her lover’s head to her wrist, she gazed out over the battleground.

She felt Jacith’s magic. It was underneath the warring vampires and werewolves. He was there, but he was hiding. He had sensed she was near and he was cloaking himself from her. Even now, she searched each and every being below. Some of them were connected to him. She felt his magic in them. He had given his magic to them. He was aiding one side to win against the other. As she thought this, Roane sank his teeth deeper into her. She looked down, confused.

“Can you hear my thoughts?”

He drank harder, faster.

He could. She had taken over his mind, but that was his response to her.

He wanted her to help his side. She felt him imploring her. He wasn’t thinking it, but somewhere his consciousness was reaching out to her. She felt his desires as if they were hers, and for his friends and loved ones to win was one of the most important.

She needed to consider it. If one side won over the other, how would it benefit her? Or would it not? It was Jacith’s side versus Roane’s. If Jacith won, her eyes narrowed—she had to locate him. She needed to understand what he wanted from her.

She focused on the battle again, waving a hand so she and Roane were cloaked. A group of vampires broke away from the rest. They were racing to find Roane, but they weren’t of too much concern. She would stop them once they arrived. The rest resumed their fighting, and she used this distraction to go from one creature to the other.

Jacith had covered his tracks. His magic was disguised inside of his creatures. She had to go from one to another, one at a time, and sink deep into each of them to find the amount of power he had given to each.

Vampires. Werewolves—she found that the wolves were given new power. The vampires held his power, but it was buried deep. Their power and magic had been with them for centuries. Each had been weaned off. It was their own power now, there was no line back to him and that was what she needed to find him.

She focused on the wolves. She went from one to the other, until she had searched the last of the wolves. They were all linked, but there had to be a line back to him . . . she needed to find the one that held Jacith’s power.

Wait.

She stopped and lifted her head. The answer was in herself. Davy would know. Closing her eyes, she began to shift through her own memories. Lucas was still drinking from her and she continued to hold his head in the palm of her hand. “Davy, Davy. What do you know?”

“Fuck you!”

Her mouth lifted in a grin. “Oh, how I’ve missed your spunk.”

“My spunk? Here’s some more spunk.”

Davy began fighting her.

The Immortal frowned. She was distracted and released Lucas from her hold. She rallied, focusing all her attention on the human in her. “You would dare to fight me?”