Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy) by Tijan Read Free Book Online

me at my ugliest times. She’s still around. Bethany Ann saw me one time with a green foliage mask on. That wasn’t pretty.”
     
    “See.” I flashed a grin. “You know exactly how I feel.” Except what she had to say wasn’t sitting well with me. It didn’t feel good. None of it.
     
    “Yep… yep…” And she was back to sleep.
     
    I heaved a sigh of relief. Emily drunk was almost as annoying as Emily sober. Turning back to the steering wheel, I pulled onto the road and it didn’t take long before I saw the campus. When I parked the car, I considered how heavy my roommate was. She was a little taller than me, but my weight.
    I could handle her.
     
    Hefting her up the stairs a few minutes later, I regretted my decision. Her head hit not one, but two doorways. Then she hit our doorway. When I caught sight of the couch, I knew I’d never be so glad to see that paisley thing in my life. Grunting one last time, I dropped Emily on the couch. Then I shut the door and sat watching Emily sleep, weighing what I needed to do. There was no real question, though. Deep down, I knew Kates was in danger.
     
    I rubbed my hands together and knelt on the ground by Emily. Then I closed my eyes and I reached out… I broke through Emily’s first layer. It was sluggish, but that was no surprise. It was the booze, but immediately underneath was a swirl of emotion. Adrenaline. I felt excitement, passion, rigidity, and a firmness inside of her. All of it was jumbled together. Then I went further and I gasped silently.
    I’d always known she had a black and white perspective on life, but she was harder on herself. I felt like I was being suffocated inside of her, but I pushed further down. That’s when I was hit with a wall of pain. It was masked with jealousy and insecurity. A blast of emotions hurled at me and I could almost hear the snarl. They hit me like a downpour of sleet. When I caught onto them, the hatred was physically painful. I knew I sobbed, but I just held on. I couldn’t do anything else.
     
    Hatred. Evil. Turmoil.
     
    The adrenaline was mixed with eagerness. I knew the feeling would haunt me, but I’d found what I was looking for. The vampire was in her. Taking my time, I waded through each strand. They were all entangled together. This vampire might’ve spent time with a Hunter, but he was cruel. I felt how much he loved to be cruel, but then again, a Hunter was sometimes the cruelest of them all. It made sense what company he’d keep.
     
    I managed to search through each strand. Sometimes I just got a feeling. Sometimes I got a name. Other times, I got a place or a memory. Certain emotions centered on a specific time or memory with him. Then I got an image of his cruelty, a little girl. When I heard her defeated whimper, I shed some tears. The pictures, feelings, thoughts, memories—everything swirled together and then out of the middle the word ‘slayer’ lashed at me.
     
    I bolted upright and jerked away from the couch. I was hurled out of Emily. Curling into a fetal position on the floor, I was helpless to stop the tears. They just trickled down. Some of it came from the vampire. Some from the little girl, but I knew the majority were from my own wounds.
    I was bleeding and raw, but I needed to find Kates.
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
    I tried to call Kates, but there was no answer. Then I thought about calling Blue, but before I could, my own phone rang. I slapped it against my ear and heard, “It is about time you called me!”
     
    Blue sounded like she was at her wits’ end.
     
    “Girl, you need to tell me that I’m off-racket. Tell me that my senses are going sky-rocket into nomad’s land. Tell me… tell me that I’m high and I’ve got a debt to the peyote drug lord. Please.”
     
    Blue knew better.
     
    I sighed softly and murmured, “You should’ve blocked me.”
     
    “Oh… hell…” Blue groaned. “How am I supposed to block you? You’re my… you’re