The Power of One (The Forever series Book Two) by Eve Newton Read Free Book Online Page B

that did it,” I add, practically yelling in
frustration.
    “See, she’s not that special after all,” Eloise goads and I
glare at her. Bitch.
    Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I’ll show her. Err,
but what exactly?
    Sighing, I sag my shoulders and open my eyes. This is
pointless. “I need a drink,” I declare and before I can step towards the bar a
glass of wine appears in my hand in a swirl of black, glowing fog.
     
    Everyone stares dumbfounded, especially me, at the glass in
my hand.
    “What the fuck?” I ask of no one in particular.
    “Err…” is the general response.
    “How did you do that?” Gregor asks, intrigued.
    “I really don’t know. I wanted a drink and well, here it
is,” I reply stupidly. I walk over to the bar and place it down carefully as if
it might blow up. I notice a wine glass missing from the shelf, and that
interests me. Walking around, I peer at the spot. CK comes up behind me, “What
is it?”
    “This shelf was full before. I am sure of it.” Trying for
something I grab the wine bottle out of the fridge and place it on the bar.
Even Eloise is watching me with interest now. Making a note of the level of
wine in the bottle, I hold out my hand and think about a glass of wine in my
hand, another swirl of black, glowing fog, and voilà : it appears in my
hand. Handing the glass to CK, I check the level of the bottle: it’s a glass
less than before and turning to the shelf, one more glass is missing.
    “Huh, displacement,” I say as if it’s obvious.
    “What?” comes from several voices in the room.
    Blinking, I explain, “Displacement. Seems to work on the
same principle as Teleporting. The older Vampires can move themselves through
the three dimensions of space. I can move ‘things’. I’m not conjuring, I’m
moving.” Holding out my empty hand, the next second Devon’s Blackberry is in my
palm.
    “Holy Shit!” he exclaims, patting his empty pocket, looking
totally impressed. Cole is looking totally at a loss, Gregor is staring at me
in wonder (which is really creepy and weird), Eloise is trying her damndest not
to look fascinated, and CK is looking at me with such love and pride I almost
blush.
    “The Power of One,” he says.
    “But how?” Eloise asks. “Just all of a sudden she has this
Power? How? Where did it come from?” She is very suspicious.
    Good questions, all. I shrug, “That’s the million dollar
question.”
    “We need Corinne,” CK states. “Somehow, we have to find her.
Liv, you need to come to Milan immediately. You need to be sworn in, made an
official member of The Council and once it’s official, we can try to figure out
your powers and the reason behind them. They’ve been given to you for a reason.
We need to know what that reason is.”
    I nod dumbly at his request.
     
    A loud knock at the door startles everyone, seeing as
everyone is already here. Eloise smiles seductively and gets up to answer it.
    Oh no… that can only mean one thing and I scowl as Constantine
and Devon bristle, Vampire senses going on alert.
    She opens the door. “James,” she gushes and pulls him into a
deep kiss. He kisses her back with abandon while we all look on, unable to look
away. Pulling back, his bright blue eyes land on me, still scowling at him.
James Lake is to Eloise what I am to Constantine. Slightly younger than me,
Eloise turned him around nine hundred years or so ago. With his light blonde,
spiky hair and intense blue eyes, not to mention cheekbones you could cut yourself
on, he’s a looker all right. Average height and all lean and rippling muscles,
he turns heads. Even mine. Much to Eloise’s fury, we were lovers back in the
1800s and again in New York in the ’90s. 1990s, that is. It ended badly, twice,
so I was not happy to see him in my hotel suite.
    “Liv,” he says my name in his adopted South London accent.
    “James,” I say with distaste.
    Entwined around Eloise, which actually makes me slightly
ill, he strolls into the