Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy) Page 16

  I snorted. "Maybe, but we need to talk about Emily. She's not as dumb as you think and she's not as ignorant anymore. She knows witches and werewolves exist. Her mate is one of the strongest there is."

  She threw a leg over the side of her chair and struck a sultry pose. "Why do you think I didn't shower? The sex is going to drive him crazy."

  Before she had left, I would've made her shower. I would've lectured her on being good and keeping the peace, even though I knew she wouldn't. I didn't say a word now. Instead, I grabbed a towel and walked into the connected bathroom. Then I turned the shower on and stepped underneath the spray.

  I needed a shower. I needed to rid myself of the past because I knew that Emily wasn't the only one with questions. Brown. Pippa. Even Blue. They'd all want to know and I'd have to be the best actress in the world. When I moved back into the room, I was dressed and ready to go. Kates narrowed her eyes. I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. She stood at the door and waited in silence.

  "We're ready."

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Kates cast a worried look to me when we were in the backseat of another black car. Roane always sent the same car for my transportation. I'd grown accustomed to them by now, but I wasn't used to my childhood mate being the one worried about me. It was usually the other way around.

  "What?"

  "Are you okay?" She reached for my hand resting in the middle of the seat between us and hooked her pinkie finger around mine.

  I took a deep breath. "I'll be fine."

  "You're different."

  She should've noticed the night before. I'd been different since I got back, but I kept my mouth shut and shrugged instead. "I just want to be with Roane."

  My answer appeased her and she patted my hand. "I'm sure he'll find time to sneak in a quickie. He'll be calling for you by the end of the night."

  The war was coming. It was at our doorstep. It might not have rung the bell, but it would. Our time away from it was short lived and Kates had no idea. She was usually the one who knew what was going on. I had been the one in the dark, blinded by my own denial. But this time, everything had changed.

  I felt like I was just biding my time. Waiting.

  Then we were at the police station and I took a deep breath. Roane said we should head there first since an official investigation had been opened. When I walked in, the clerk hadn't recognized me, but when I told her my name, the pen in her hand dropped. After a moment, she hurried away and I was shown inside. I was stuck in an interrogation room for over an hour. The detective had sat me down at her desk, but too many people were around. They all wanted to hear and some even asked their own questions so she sat me in a private room. Then Kates was brought in too. She took over most of the questions since she was the reason I'd been gone. My acting skills weren't as honed as hers. She was animated and believable while I didn't give a crap.

  When everything checked out, that she had called me to help with her mother who had died and then stayed to help with the funeral planning, the detectives let us go. My case was closed, but I knew the detective still had questions. I heard them. She didn't believe me, but why would someone lie about helping out a friend? Or taking care of a funeral? Or that my phone was broken and I didn't think about replacing it. When she ran my name, nothing had come up. Then she ran Kates and a lot came up, but none of it was substantial. The detective had nothing to keep us and I looked fine. So we walked out and I knew I had part one of the subterfuge down. Part two was Emily and she was going to be the hardest one.

  When we arrived at the dorm, Kates cast another look at me and bit her lip. "Maybe I should do the talking."

  I snorted and then grabbed my bag. "Come on. She'll never believe us. Let me handle it."

  When we went inside, the desk clerk had a similar reaction as to the one in the police station. Instead of her pen dropping, her textbook fell to the floor. A few girls were in the lounge and their conversation halted as they stared. I ignored it all. They'd hear the story soon enough. Gossip was good for some things.

  And then I felt it. Or I felt him. His power was overwhelming. It came over me in waves and I staggered back from it.

  "Davy?"

  I saw Kates' lips move, but I didn't hear her. I couldn't. His power blanketed everything else. I couldn't smell. I couldn't hear. I couldn't feel. I could barely think. It was a dense fog that formed a cement box around me. And I was alone in it. No one else felt it and no one else was aware of it.

  How could they not know?

  I shook my head and tried to push some of it away, but it didn't matter. His power was too much and I started to panic. I reached out blindly. My hand hit something. I felt movement beside me, but I couldn't discern what had happened.

  My heart rate picked up. It pounded in my ears. It was so loud. I wished I couldn’t hear in that moment, just for a moment. I couldn't handle any of this.

  I tried to scream, but nothing came out. And then the power grew. I felt it coming closer. The walls doubled. I fell to my knees and cradled my head. How was I going to do this? I couldn't move past the front desk in my dorm.

  A loud thunder blared in my ears. Then another and another. I turned for the door and strained to see through it, but I couldn't see a storm. It wasn't raining.

  "Davy!" Kates' cried out. Her voice was so quiet.

  I reached out to her and then gasped. I couldn't find her, but then as my heart picked up its pace. More thunder sounded. It was coming closer. It was now one big crackle in the sky. The boom shook me.

  'Suppress your power, Davina,' Saren's voice snapped in my head. 'Suppress it now. He can feel you too. He knows there's something coming and he's hungry for your power. Suppress it all! Wrap it up and lock it in a box. Push that box deep inside of you.'

  Another boom jerked my body aside.

  She screamed this time, 'Do it now!'

  And then it happened. I gasped as my own power swirled in a vacuum. A tornado formed inside of me and everything went around and around. I swallowed thickly, my hands were shaking from the effort, but I imagined a blanket. I saw it happening in my mind. The immortal was snarling, but I kept it in the swirl and the blanket wrapped around it. Then it was forced down, down, further down into a box. As it got there, the lid shook. It couldn't contain it, but I gritted my teeth and I snapped the lid in place. It shut with a violent force, but then I pushed it all the way deep in me, further than I could reach.

  Then my eyes opened again and I was trembling in place.

  "Davy!" Kates screamed at me. She twisted her hand free from my hold and hissed as she examined it. "I'm bleeding! Holy cow!"

  "What?" I couldn't stop shaking. "What happened?"

  "You went crazy. That's what happened." She shook her hand as she watched me with weary eyes. "What happened to you?"

  And then a guy rounded the corner.

  He was tall, built lean, and soft in the face. He had the face of a little boy who'd grown into a pretty boy, but his eyes made me pause. They were old, had seen too much for being so young. Then he stopped altogether, his nostrils flared and I felt him sniffing around me. He started low, around my feet, but his eyes held mine. I slipped into him without realizing it. Images of him as a young wolf came back at me. His fur was a golden bronze with white eyes. He was running and playing with Pippa when she had been a pup. The two nipped at each other, licking each others' toes at the end. And then an image of a woman flew at me. Her hand was outstretched to me, her red hair streamed behind her. She wore a similar dress to what I'd seen on Talia. When her eyes found mine, I sucked in a breath. I was horrified. She was Talia's mother, or the essence of her. There was no soul within her. This was only her residue, left in him. This was Emily's boyfriend. This was the Alpha.

  I shut it down. I shut the last bit of power down and got out of him before he knew I was there. He wanted to know why I smelled familiar to him, but Kates' scent distracted him. The booze and sex pulled at him like a drug.

  Whe
n she winked at me, I knew she'd done it on purpose. Then she drawled, "Got a good enough whiff? Are you a horny puppy now? Gonna go hump something?"

  He snapped back and bared his teeth.

  Kates rolled her eyes. "Please. Unlike vampires, I can kill your kind. There's no decree saying I can't."

  He composed himself and stood at his fullest height. Then he smirked."You couldn't handle me, slayer."

  "Maybe not alone, but I've got a few friends. You can't hurt me and I've got no such rule. If an animal's attacking me, I have every right to protect myself."

  His lip curled upwards in a heated snarl.

  I felt his anger start. It was low, but strong. As it rose in him, it grew even more powerful. Then it got to his eyes. The dark brown color had grown black with a silver haze that clouded over the white in his eyes. His eyes had been white as a pup. I was waiting for the full change now. He was within seconds of transforming in the hallway, but then his mate called him.

  "Pete?" Emily was walking towards us.

  He turned back and held out a hand. "I'm fine. No worries, hon."

  Her eyes skimmed past him and fell on me. Her mouth fell open and she paled. "Oh my god."

  My eyes widened too. "Don't faint!"

  "Davy?" Her voice had grown weak. She wavered on her feet and then leaned against the wall. "What are you? Are you real? Oh my god."

  "You already said that." Kates brushed past them to walk into our room.

  My feet were still frozen, but I felt Pete's curiosity double.

  "Davy? Is that really you?" Emily seemed to be on the brink of tears, but then Pete took her hand and she pushed them down. He steadied her. I saw the connection between them and it was remarkable. Before, she'd been more neurotic and almost hysterical at times. Now she was strong and calm. He did that for her. I could see his strength flow into her. It tripled when their hands touched.

  I wasn't the only one who had changed.

  "It's me."

  "Davy?" A squeal came from behind me before two arms wound themselves around me. Her voice was muffled into my back. "Thank god you're home. I was so worried."

  Only one person would react like that. I laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Brown."

  She squeezed harder. "I did magic. I created spells. I begged for my sister's help. Nothing. I couldn't find you. And now you're back. My prayer must've worked. I finally had to go to God, though I hope the goddesses don't condemn me. I was at a loss, but it doesn't matter." She let go and then skipped in front of me as she beamed. Brown threw her arms in the air. "You're home! Welcome back."

  "Davy?"

  I looked back up and saw Pippa in her doorway. She tugged on her two braids in shock. "Are you—is that you?"

  Pete turned to her, but she looked away.

  I waved a helpless hand in the air. "Hey everyone. I'm back."

  Kates stood in my doorway and lifted up the phone. "Can I order pizza? I'm starving."

  Pippa looked taken aback. Brown frowned. "Who are you?"

  Emily seethed, "Out! Get out! She was gone because of you, wasn't she? Of course, you would do something like this. I bet you wouldn't even let her call home. I bet you said that you did, that you took care of it all. And Davy, being the good friend she is, believed you. It's all your fault."

  Everyone was taken aback, even me. Kates looked annoyed, but I caught the amusement in her eyes. When her lips curled up in a malicious smirk, I darted forward and stood between the two. "It's not her fault. Yes, I left because of her. Her mom died, Em. Be nice. And since Kathryn was like a mother to me, I didn't really think to call. I'm really sorry. The funeral took planning. Then her family and my family were there. When it was time to come back, I didn't want to come back. I didn't know how to deal." I lifted both my shoulders up in a helpless shrug. "I'm sorry. I really am."

  "Good one on the guilt," Kates murmured under her breath.

  "Shut up," I hissed through my teeth.

  Emily frowned. "You were gone because of a death?"

  Pippa remained quiet and then Brown exclaimed, "We didn't even think about that! We're so stupid. What else would make someone leave so quickly? I wouldn't call if my mum died. Well, I might call Davy now, but I wouldn't call anybody else. No one would care."

  I watched my roommate and waited. Did she buy it? Kates was right, I'd added some guilt in the hopes that it would push Emily into accepting the story. I couldn't have her asking any questions. I kept an uneasy eye on her boyfriend. He didn't buy the story, but I hoped he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his place. He didn't know me or my relationship with Emily.

  "I'm sorry, Davy," Pippa spoke in a soft voice. "We didn't even think to call your home."

  "We didn't have a number to call."

  I heard the anguish in my roommate's voice and relaxed. I was a horrible friend. "Maybe we should go to a hotel? I don't want to be a bother. I know that you’re probably used to having a single room."

  "No," Emily spoke up. "No, please. Stay. I'm sorry." She looked past me. "I'm sorry, Kates."

  She sniffed as she opened a bag of chips. "It's no problem." Then she glared at Pete. "I don't want the wolf here. He makes me uncomfortable."

  Emily sucked in her breath.

  Pippa held a hand to her mouth. Brown opened her mouth and then closed it. Then she repeated the motion.

  "I don't believe you—" He surged forward, but Emily caught his arm.

  "Honey, stop. Please."

  "You’re going to let her get away with that?” His hands were fisted at his side. "And I don't buy their story. It sounds fishy to me."

  Brown closed her mouth with a snap.

  "It doesn't matter." Emily moved close to him. "Even if it isn't true, my roommate's back. I need to be here for her. If Davy went somewhere, it was for a good reason. I know it was."

  'She didn't trust me enough to tell me. I can't push her. I care about Davy. I want her to trust me. Please, Pete. Please go.'

  'There's something that doesn't smell right about her.'

  Emily drew upright. "You can go. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch."

  The dismissal was swift and harsh, but effective. Pete went, but not without glaring at us. Even Pippa melted away.

  Brown bounced past us and into the room. She plucked the bag of chips from Kates' hands and settled on our couch.

  "Your boyfriend doesn't like me. Is that going to be a problem?" Kates smirked as Emily followed everyone else inside. She lounged back on our couch.

  "What. Huh? No. I don't even like you."

  Kates quirked an eyebrow up and winked at me. 'That was easier than I thought. Your holy roommate barely put up a fight.'

  I looked away and stood there. What do I do next?

  'Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you can. I can't hear you, only human and all, but seriously. Emmykins folded like a rag. What's up with that? Where'd her backbone go?"

  She had a backbone, but I'd snapped it in two. Manipulation and guilt could confuse almost anyone. When Kates started sending her thoughts to me again, I closed my eyes and blocked her. I already felt bad about lying to Emily and I'd only been back for five minutes. How had I kept up the lie before?

  "Davy?" Brown had stopped her chattering. "Are you okay? Your aura looks green."

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  The afternoon was strained in my room. Emily wanted to murder Kates. Kates enjoyed fueling that fire and Brown was confused by everything. Her eyes were wide as she studied me at moments, and then studied the tension between my roommate and best friend. After awhile, she threw her hands up in surrender and announced we should go drinking.

  To my surprise, the other two jumped on board.

  Kates suggested a vampire bar, but since I still didn't know if Emily knew they were real, I vetoed that suggestion. Then Emily suggested a werewolf bar and Kates shot that down. The truce was Brown's idea.

  "What's the name of it?" Kates narrowed her eyes.

  "Bosom's."

 
; Emily's eyebrows shot up and I asked, "Like boobs?"

  "No, like…well…yeah. It's all about sisterly love and stuff." The more we stared at her, the more uncertain Brown became. She was staring at her shoes by the end of that statement.

  "It sounds like a witch bar," Kates said in a flat voice.

  "It's not a witch bar." But Brown was busy inspecting anything around us. No eye contact.

  "Wait!" Emily held up a hand and skirted from the room. She was back within minutes with a full grin on her face. "I asked the girl across the hall and she recommended a place called Barbwire?"

  "Sold," Kates sighed.

  I surged to my feet. "I'm good with that one."

  Brown frowned. "Where is that place?"

  "It doesn't matter. That's where we're going." Kates raked her up and down. "You need a wardrobe change."

  She looked down. "What are you talking about? I think I look good."

  "For a witch." Kates bent into her own bag and started rummaging around.

  "I am a witch."

  I couldn't help but watch Emily through their exchange. She had seemed uneasy about the witch stuff before I disappeared, but now she didn't blink an eye. I started to wonder if she knew more about the supernatural than she was letting on.

  "Not tonight you are. If you hang out with me, you gotta look good. None of this stuff." She waved a hand up and down Brown's figure.

  Brown looked down at herself. "What do you mean?"

  "Nothing." Kates threw an arm around her shoulder and drew her close. "Trust me. I'm going to make you hot. The witch look isn’t attractive. You're going to send the guys running away. You want them to come to you."

  And make her hot she did. Brown emerged from our room with skintight jeans and a flashy white camisole. Kates wanted her to wear a black bra underneath, but it was vetoed by everyone else. She matched Kates, who wore skintight white pants and a black camisole. When my roommate disappeared with clothes, I was a little scared she would return with her Target outfit from the last time she had gone out with Kates and me. I was wrong and impressed when she came back in loose-fitting white pants and a conservative black tank. She had a classy look to her now. I frowned at my own closet. Kates would want me to look like a slut. Brown wouldn't care and Emily would vote for something similar to her outfit. I ended up with basic jeans and a pink top that ran around my neck, wrapped around the opposite side and looped together in the back.