Courting Darkness

Courting Darkness

Redemption Series

Book Three

Melynda Price

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Acknowledgements:

Thank you to my fabulous critique group and beta readers, Mikayla, Sally, Linda, and John, for the many hours you pour into these stories, and for your unfailing support. I couldn’t do this without you!

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown...

Genesis 6:4

Prologue

(Shades of Darkness)

Olivia glanced down at her watch and frowned. Stepping into the elevator, she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to close. Her doctor’s appointment ran behind—again—and she was nearly thirty minutes late for coffee with Ashley. They met every Tuesday at Karen’s after her therapy appointments, to chat and catch up.

Since her amnesia, the doctors had recommended she move back home—temporarily, anyway, and her parents had adamantly insisted. They believed if she surrounded herself with her family and memories from her childhood, it might help her regain her current memories sooner. So far, it’d been an epic fail. Not only had she completely lost all recollection of recent events, but she also lost pieces of her memory as far back as four years.

Her past was so full of holes, it was like Swiss cheese. The doctors had said her case was “interesting” and the strange patterning of amnesia was “rare,” but not completely unheard of. She’d been seeing a shrink every week since she’d gotten back home. So far, nothing helped, but they assured her these things took time and the best way to recover was to try not to force it. For weeks, that was exactly what she’d done. It seemed the harder she pushed to get her memory back, the more unattainable it became. It frustrated her to the point of tears, until she finally just stopped trying.

As the elevator doors slid closed, an arm shot inside at the last minute, jarring the safety bar and triggering the sensor. She rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently as the doors slid back open. A man who was easily six-four, two-fifty, stepped inside the small elevator. She moved back, pressing into the corner to make room for the guy. Even though it was just the two of them, the small square box suddenly felt like a sardine can.

He was huge, definably muscled and strikingly handsome. His jet black GQ hair set off the most stunning pair of dark violet eyes she’d ever seen. Too bad she’d sworn off men—at least until she got her memory back and the dull, constant ache in her heart subsided. Considering she’d made zero progress in the last eight weeks, she wasn’t holding her breath.

She hadn’t seen Mitch since she’d gotten back. He’d tried to contact her a few times, but eventually had given up. Or at least her parents had stopped trying to get her to see him. Her memories of Mitch were sketchy, at best. She felt nothing for her ex-fiancé and really just needed him to give her time and space.

She often thought of the faceless man from her dreams, the man who made her heart ache. The man her shrink worked weekly to convince her was nothing more than a figment of her imagination, someone her subconscious had made up to get her through a traumatic event.

But Olivia knew deep down in her soul that he’d been real. Unfortunately, her parents were of little help in unraveling the Liam mystery. They’d said Olivia had always kept her private life—well, private. And they didn’t know anything about him other than briefly meeting him a few times several years ago. She suspected her parents had somehow convinced Ashley to stonewall her, too, because she wasn’t talking either. Sometimes, she got the feeling they didn’t want her to get her memory back. But then Dr. Shriner assured her that distrust and paranoia were normal manifestations of her amnesia.

And the paranoia was driving her mad. Ever since she’d gotten back home, she’d swear someone was watching her. Every time the eerie sensation would hit, the fine hairs on the back of her neck would prickle, sending a shiver racing down her spine. She knew the moment she stepped outside and crossed the street to Karen’s, the feeling would return and
he’d
be there.

He wasn’t easy to miss—tall, lean, muscular and deceptively handsome in a don’t-trust-me-because-I-might-just-kill-you sort of way. From out of nowhere, she would feel those pale green eyes boring into her. And he was everywhere—watching her.

She’d stopped trying to point him out to whoever she might be with. No one could ever see him. Besides, he’d never approached her. He’d never even tried to speak to her. So after a while, she added “crazy” to her list of amnesic symptoms and just started to ignore him too. If she pretended he wasn’t there, then perhaps her mind would get tired of imagining him.

“Lobby?”

The stranger startled her from her thoughts. “What?” Had he been talking to her?

Guess so, because the guy gave her a disarming smile and pushed the L. “Which floor do you need?” he asked.

“Oh, uh…the lobby, please.”

He stepped back to his side of the elevator, which took up most of hers, as well. From the corner of her eye, she could see him watching her as the floor jerked and the elevator began to descend. Her balance still wasn’t completely normal, and her hand shot forward to steady herself against the wall.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she replied curtly, fighting back a wave of nausea. Sudden motions often made her ill. Hearing how bitchy she sounded, she winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I guess my balance isn’t what it used to be.”

“I didn’t think you were—rude, that is. My name is Tate,” he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. “I’m your guardian.”

Courting Darkness

Chapter One

Guardian?
Olivia’s pulse kicked in her throat, choking off her air in a startled gasp. At the last moment, she jerked her hand back before Tate could make contact. Oh shit, this guy was crazier than she was. Stumbling away from her “guardian,” her retreat was halted when she collided with the wall, smacking the back of her head.

Tate winced with a that-must-have-hurt grimace as the
bang
echoed throughout the elevator.

It did. A lot.

“Actually, I’m your new guardian.”

She reached up to rub away the sting, scowling at the stranger as if this was his fault. Two thoughts crossed Olivia’s mind. One, you’re about to become a skin suit. And two, play along with this nut job until the elevator stops, then run like hell.

Swallowing back the panic, she forced a negligent shrug. “New guardian, huh? What happened to my old one? He get fired or something?”

At her sarcastic bark of laughter, the stranger gave her a disapproving scowl and grumbled, “Something like that. And he’s not too happy about it either.”

Could this elevator go any slower? Looking at the very large, very attractive man, no one in their right mind would ever suspect he was bat-shit crazy. Perhaps that was how he lured unsuspecting women into his web of death—right before he Ted Bundyed them.

Humoring the guy and yes, stalling while this elevator took the painfully slow journey from the sixth floor to the lobby, she asked, “So, what did he do to uhh… get fired?”

“The fact that you don’t know is precisely the reason.”

Well, that’s…cryptic.

The elevator suddenly came to a jarring halt between floors, pitching Olivia forward. Her hands shot out, bracing for a fall, palms planting solidly against his chest. The rich scent of muted spices enveloped her, reminding Olivia of…nothing. Dammit, another black hole.

Trying to play it cool, she hastened an apology and quickly retreated to her respective corner of the elevator. Pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath that failed to calm her jangled nerves. “I’m trying to follow you here, I really am. But I don’t see what my having amnesia has to do with you or my so-called ‘guardian.’”

“You don’t have amnesia.”

A cynical bark of unladylike laughter tore from her throat. “Well, that’s good to know. But I’ve got about twenty-thousand dollars worth of medical bills that beg to differ with your diagnosis, Dr. Tate.”

She reached over and slammed her palm against the “emergency” button on the control panel, sending a shrill alarm up the elevator shaft.

Tate scowled, making no attempt to disguise his irritation as he reached in front of her and very pointedly hit the button again. The sharp ringing abruptly ceased. “Look, Olivia, your free will has been violated, and it’s imperative that I speak with you about this. I— Why are you looking at me like that?” he snapped impatiently.

“Because I never told you my name. How do you know me?”

“I already told you. I’m your guardian. I assure you, I have no intention of harming you, Olivia.”

“Guardian of what?” she challenged. “Because you certainly don’t look like an angel to me.” Just how naive did this guy think she was? What kind of a creep would hang out at a psychiatrist’s office and prey on emotionally damaged women? Did this guy really have nothing better to do with his time?

He exhaled an exasperated breath, muttering something about stubborn women and never wanting this job in the first place. When he looked back at her, he seemed to have rallied a measure of patience. “Exactly what is it we’re supposed to look like, Olivia?”

Well, for starters, how about not huge, hot, and terrifying?

“Am I to have a halo over my head, wear a white flowing dress, and sprinkle fairy dust about wherever I go?”

The sudden arch of his dark brow suggested he was poking fun at her. She was having none of it. “Well, that would help,” she quipped back with equal snark to his sarcasm.

“Sorry… I’m not that kind of an angel.”

An angel! Seriously…? He wasn’t even denying it!

Suddenly, as if a light clicked on, it all made sense to her. This guy must be one of Dr. Shriner’s patients. He had to have been in the office and overheard the secretary calling her name—that’s how he knew her. Oh shit…then this guy really was crazy, which was a hell of a lot more terrifying than hypothetical nuts.

Her hands swung up to back him off. “Look, Tate, maybe you don’t mean to scare me, but you are. Honestly, you’re really freaking me out right now. If you truly believe that you’re my guardian angel, then you need some serious help. Perhaps you should talk to Dr. Shriner about this God complex you seem to have. I’m sure she can help you, but please, leave me alone.”

At her request, the elevator jerked and continued its descent. His furrowed brows were a combination of frustrated and pissed off, and neither look said “hey, you can trust me not to kill you.”

As the elevator chimed, announcing they’d reached the lobby, Olivia made a final attempt to diffuse the situation. “I thank you for your concern, but I don’t want a guardian and I don’t need a guardian.” As the metal prison doors slowly slid open, she bolted for the exit, slipping out sideways before they could even open all the way.