by Susan Illene
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About Susan Illene
Acknowledgments
Darkness
Clashes
by Susan Illene
Darkness Clashes
Copyright © 2014 by Susan Illene
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Dedication
To Lynne Mazynski, a huge supporter of the Sensor Series and a true friend. From the beginning, you encouraged me and never let me doubt myself. I feel your passing deeply in my heart. Some people flit in and out of our lives with little fanfare. You came barging in while yelling obscenities and jokes that simultaneously shocked me and made me laugh. I will miss you more than you can imagine.
Sensor Series Reading Order:
Darkness Haunts
Darkness Taunts
Chained by Darkness (novella)
Darkness Divides
Playing with Darkness (novella)
Darkness Clashes
Chapter One
The werewolf had been staring at me for the last twenty minutes. His relentless gaze sent chills along my spine and made it hard for me not to turn and face him. Even from twenty feet away I could sense his growing desire. What was he waiting for? The right moment to pounce?
The dozens of humans surrounding us might have had something to do with it. This was Spokane, Washington. Not a lot of vampires around to compel the mortals into forgetting if the werewolf made a big scene. With the full moon just passed, he’d still be on edge and have to watch himself.
People from one end of the rectangular bar to the other drank, danced, and played pool games as they enjoyed their Saturday night. Music blared from the nearby speakers and it didn’t take a sensitive nose to catch the conflicting scents of sweat, stale beer, and cheap perfume. It was the picture of normalcy and proved how utterly oblivious these people were to the dark underbelly of the supernatural world rubbing shoulders with them.
A world I’d once avoided and pretended not to see.
The werewolf couldn’t know I wasn’t human—at least not anymore—but some sixth sense must have registered that I wasn’t easy prey. Not even close. I was more like a spider weaving an alluring web and waiting for him to step into it. The one enigmatic smile I’d given him when I arrived started the game. My loose auburn hair and blue halter dress with its short skirt kept it going.
Playing the role of a shy and vulnerable woman wore on me, but I wanted him to make the first move. For him to think he was in control—until he wasn’t. I didn’t get away from Fairbanks, Alaska that often. I had to get my kicks when I could.
I took a sip of my fruity drink. A husband and wife sat on the left side of me, drinking beer and complaining about their kids. I’d adopted a teenager myself and understood their difficulties. The barstool on my right side was empty, but an older man with a long gray beard sat just beyond it. He studied his beer bottle as if the answers to the universe might be revealed on the label. I’d tried that once. The words turn cryptic if you stare too long.
Toward the back of the place, a chair scraped against the tile floor. The werewolf had finally decided to make his move. My unique abilities as a sensor allowed me to track his movements without looking, but I also had the mirror behind the bar to help. He had to weave around a handful of high tables filled with patrons before he could reach me.
My belly churned at the thought of him getting close, but I had to do this. He was the first potential contact I’d found in Spokane and I only had one night to get what I needed. Lucas wouldn’t care for my methods, but I was doing this for his brother—who’d been missing for four months. We had to do whatever it took to find him.
The werewolf put a hand against the bar to my right, filling my peripheral vision. His tanned arm was covered with curly dark hair. My gaze trailed up to a bulging bicep and farther, to a thick chest covered loosely with a white t-shirt. It had a Coors Light logo on it.
He leaned down until his face couldn’t have been more than a foot from mine. His hair was shaved off, emphasizing a round head and full cheeks. A day’s growth of beard dusted his chin and jaw.
“Hey, sweetheart. What’s a pretty lady like you doin’ here all alone?” he asked, letting out a whiff of beer breath.
Take one for the team, Melena. You need this guy.
I gave him a guileless smile. “Waiting for the right man to come along. You?”
“Maybe I’ve been lookin’ for the right woman.” He flashed his teeth. “Think I might have found her.”
Not in a million years. I took a sip of my drink, buying myself a moment so I wouldn’t do something rash. Like poke his eyes out so I’d never have to see them again.
“That depends,” I said, setting my glass down.
“On what?”
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “On whether you can direct me to your alpha.”
He stiffened and pulled back enough to meet my eyes.
“What do ya know about that?”
I gave him a level look. “I know enough.”
It was too bad the woman who’d given me the tip hadn’t had any contact information for the pack. They’d gotten a new alpha recently and he’d been making sweeping changes to their structure. Maybe even reining them in since I’d had to drive around to three different bars before I found one with a werewolf inside.
“How do ya know I’m not him?”
I cocked my head and gave him a disparaging look.
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�You’ve been a werewolf for what, five years?” I kept my voice low, letting his enhanced hearing filter out the music in the background. “The vibe coming off you tells me you aren’t strong enough to be an alpha and probably never will be.”
My abilities as a sensor didn’t just identify his race, but also his strength and age. It was useful in times like these.
His eyes narrowed. “You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yes, I can.” And if he was a little smarter he would have figured out who I was by now. “So where’s your alpha?”
“Not here,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes. “I know that. Just give me a phone number or location to find him.”
“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” He jerked me off the stool. “But I’ll take you to him.”
I tripped on my heels as he pulled me forward and almost fell. If he hadn’t had such a strong grip on my arm I would have crashed into the floor. Regaining my balance, I straightened my body. He wasn’t the only one who could resort to violence and now I had witnesses that he’d started it first.
Taking hold of his wrist, I yanked his hand off of me. When he reached out again I grabbed his arm and swung him into the bar. He crashed into a row of stools headfirst, sending nearby patrons scrambling back. I gripped the back of his neck and smashed his face into the bar. Blood gushed from his nose when I pulled him back up.
I leaned in close to his ear. “You’ve got three seconds to change your mind before I break something else.”
“Who…are you?” he whispered out.
“Just a woman who wants her questions answered,” I hissed.
My heart was beating hard against my chest and all I wanted was to get out of there. Someone would be calling the cops soon if we didn’t resolve this fast.
“The alpha…he’s supposed to be at Crusaders tonight.”
My senses told me he spoke the truth. I let him go. Looking up, I found everyone in the bar had stopped what they were doing and were staring at us. Music still played in the background, but it was a lonely melody.
“It’s okay, everyone.” I put my hands up in a conciliatory gesture. “He’s had too much to drink and didn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
People started whispering among themselves. The werewolf grabbed a napkin off the bar and started wiping his face clean, shooting me dirty looks as he got the worst of the blood off. As if he hadn’t asked for it.
I was paying my tab with the bartender when a spark hit my senses, alerting me to a new arrival in the parking lot. This was about to get a whole lot more interesting. I stuffed my wallet back into my purse and zipped it up just before the front door crashed open.
Everyone’s gaze swung toward it. A man with shoulders wide enough that they nearly filled the doorway stepped inside. His blond hair was about two inches long and his face freshly shaven. He had strong features like you’d expect from an ancient warrior, with a square jaw and a Roman nose. The golden tint of his skin hinted at his half-angel heritage.
A nephilim—one of only four dozen left on earth where once there were hundreds. This one was about two and a half thousand years old. Power rolled off of him in thick waves that pushed against my senses and ignited my inborn instinct to run as far and fast as I could.
His golden eyes zoomed in on me and it was as if we were the only two people in the room. In half a dozen strides, he was nearly on top of me. Staring up at him, I suddenly felt really small.
“Did you get the information we need?” he asked.
The bastard. He was supposed to let me take care of this without his help.
I gave him an annoyed look. “Of course.”
“Did you have any trouble?”
The werewolf next to me started inching away. A few others in the bar were doing the same, but most of them kept staring. It was sort of awkward having them watch us, but Lucas would take care of the witnesses soon enough.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” I replied.
His gaze dropped to my arm. Ever since we’d bonded he’d had an uncanny way of knowing exactly where I was injured. Lucas ran his thumb over the bruises on my bicep where the werewolf had gripped me too tightly. Tenderness reflected in his eyes for a brief moment before it turned to fury.
“And this?”
I sighed. “It will heal in thirty minutes and you know it.”
“It shouldn’t be there at all.”
I knocked his hand away. “Well, when I have a couple thousand more years of experience like you then I’m sure it won’t happen anymore, Mr. Perfect.”
“You’re Lucas and Melena,” the werewolf said, awe and fear in his voice. He now stood about ten feet away. “The nephilim and first immortal sensor.”
Damn. The guy should have kept his mouth shut and kept moving for the door.
Lucas turned. “And you touched my woman.”
In a flash, he had the guy’s head in his hands and twisted it sideways. It snapped with a loud crack. He wasn’t dead—werewolves were sturdy enough to take a broken neck—but he’d be out for at least a few hours. Maybe half a day since he wasn’t that strong.
“Stay here,” Lucas said, picking the man up. “I’ll return in a moment.”
A flash of light nearly blinded me as he disappeared. I looked over my shoulder to see the bartender reaching for the phone. Damn. Lucas should have done something about that first. I didn’t have magic that could compel people to do what I wanted or make them forget. All my abilities were passive.
Leaping over the bar, I grabbed the woman’s hand just before she could dial the first number.
“Sorry, can’t let you do that.”
Her hand shook in mine. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Don’t worry. In a few minutes, you won’t remember any of this,” I reassured her.
Her face got paler.
Another flash of light lit up the room. The woman froze just before she would have backed into a shelf of bottles. I turned to find Lucas—now rid of the werewolf’s body—had begun gathering the will of everyone in the room. It was like having a bunch of breathing mannequins surrounding me in awkward positions.
The magic he used buzzed at my senses like static and made me want to scratch my head. It took a lot to control that many people at once. He swept his gaze across the room, compelling every person in the bar to forget they’d seen us.
One guy had his cell phone out and had it facing my direction. The way someone would do if they wanted to take a picture. Lucas grabbed it and crushed it into tiny pieces. Then he dropped it on the floor and positioned the guy’s boot over it. Sometimes Lucas could have a twisted sense of humor—we had that in common.
Once he was done, he made his way toward me, maneuvering around tables and frozen people.
“What did you do with the werewolf?” I hopped back over the bar.
“Dropped him off somewhere interesting.” His expression was blank as he took hold of my arm.
I walked with him toward the entrance and tried to ignore all the still-frozen people. I wanted to feel bad for them, but once Lucas showed up and made a scene it had to be done.
“Please tell me you didn’t set him next to a cliff or something.”
“No.” He didn’t look at me.
“At the bottom of the ocean?” Lucas could probably do that. He didn’t need to breathe, but the werewolf did.
He drew his brows together. “Do I look wet to you?”
“No, but that doesn’t answer my question. What did you do with the werewolf?”
“Let it be. He’ll survive.”
“He’d better.”
“Next time, sensor.” Lucas glanced down at me. “When someone harms you, I’ll limit myself to breaking their arms.”
His expression was dark and menacing. This was the man who’d made huge sacrifices—ones he refused to explain—so that I could become immortal. He didn’t have a problem with me fighting when necessary, but he still had a hard time seeing me hurt. It woul
d have been endearing if it wasn’t so aggravating.
“How very considerate of you.” Sarcasm dripped from my voice. “Why don’t you just trust me to handle things myself?”
“When you stop showing so much compassion for your enemies, perhaps I will.”
“Like this?” I ground my spiked heel onto the top of one of his Gucci shoes.
His eyes sparked. “Am I your enemy now?”
“Only when you’re annoying me.”
“And how often is that?”
“About ninety percent of the time. Not that I’ve calculated that or anything.” I put my arm around his waist and leaned into him, belying my words. Part of what attracted me to him was the challenge and clash of our personalities.
We stepped outside into the dark and he released the spell inside. Loud conversation rose up within seconds and the moods of people having a good time returned to color my senses. They’d never remember the last ten minutes of their life and would go on as if nothing had happened.
There weren’t any patrons in the parking lot, but we moved to the side of the building where we couldn’t be easily observed if any came along. The bar was at the end of a shopping center and everything else was closed. Darkness enshrouded us as we turned to face each other.
“Where is he, Melena?” Lucas asked, glancing back over at the parking lot.
I didn’t have to ask who he meant. “He’s in the rental car, watching a movie on my iPad.”
