Demon Possessed (Megan Chase Series #3)

Demon Possessed (Megan Chase Series #3)

by Stacia Kane

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ISBN-13: 9781439167618
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 02/23/2010
Series: Megan Chase Series , #3
Pages: 336
Product dimensions: 4.30(w) x 6.86(h) x 0.85(d)

About the Author

Stacia Kane is an American who is now thrilled to be returning to the States after living in England with her husband, a UK citizen, and two daughters for more than two years. Born in Illinois, raised in St Louis, and a resident of South Florida for a dozen years, Kane's worked any number of low-paying jobs and a few higher-paying ones that were just as tedious. She enjoys cooking and reading, likes gin, French fries, and usually wears black...but who doesn't?

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Chapter One

The woman shifted on the ivory leather couch and smiled. “Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Dr. Chase.”

Megan nodded and forced herself to return the smile, just as she would if the woman were a patient.

But the woman—Elizabeth Reid—was not a patient. Elizabeth Reid was an FBI agent.

Eleven months before, the idea of a federal agent having any reason to talk to her, to question her, would have surprised Megan enough to make her spill her cocktail, had she been drinking one. Not so now. Damn it. She was only surprised the feds were being so blatant this time, that they were actually speaking to her openly.

“Of course.” Megan folded her hands in her lap, decided that looked too prim, as if she had something to hide, and rearranged herself into a more relaxed pose, arms resting on the arms of her chair, ankles crossed. Casual. She hoped.

At least Agent Reid didn’t seem to see a problem. Her mind, when Megan reached into it as stealthily as she could, seemed totally focused on her objective, and seeing what it was put some much-needed steel into Megan’s spine.

“You haven’t asked me why I’m here, Dr. Chase.”

“I assume you’ll tell me, Agent Reid.”

The woman smiled. “I suppose I will. We were wondering if you knew anything about the Bellreive Hotel.”

Okay. This had not been in the woman’s head a few seconds ago. Good thing Megan had had some practice lately in keeping calm, in not letting her own emotions and feelings show. Something she’d always considered herself pretty good at; now she figured she’d just about graduated from the Masterclass.

“I’ve heard of it,” she said. “I’ve never been there. I wouldn’t be able to afford it, I don’t think. Why?”

Agent Reid gave her a sunny smile, as if this was the answer she’d expected. Which it probably was. She pushed a strand of ink-black hair behind her ear and leaned forward, her black-suited body a deep crack against the pale couch and walls. Everything in the room was light, an attempt to counteract the darkness of the windowless space in the dingy little strip mall.

Maybe not as bad as that. It was a big space. It was in a nice part of town. But it still wasn’t . . . wasn’t what she’d dreamed of when she’d thought of having her own practice.

It was good enough, though. And she couldn’t have everything. The rest of her life certainly held little cause for many complaints.

“Since you asked, we’ve received some interesting information,” Agent Reid said. “And I think you’ll be especially interested, as it concerns you.”

“I assumed it did, since you’re here,” Megan replied, “but I can’t imagine how this could have anything to do with me.”

“We’ve received information that a meeting is due to take place at the Bellreive next week. Attending that meeting will be one or two . . . persons of interest to us.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know anything about that.”

“You haven’t taken next week off? According to your schedule—”

Megan stood up. Done. “Next week is my birthday. As I believe you know. Yes, I’m taking some vacation time. I have every right to. So?”

“So you’re confirming the meeting?”

Megan just stared at her.

“Dr. Chase, I’m trying to . . . I’m offering you a deal. Immunity. Full and total.” Elizabeth reached into the sleek black briefcase resting like a coiled viper at her side. “If you’d read over these papers—we know you’re not involved. But your testimony, if you would—”

“I’m sorry. I have a patient due here any moment.” Megan dodged the papers and pushed past Elizabeth to open the door. “Thanks for your time, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Perhaps Greyson Dante does.” Elizabeth didn’t move; neither did her eyes, focused intently on Megan’s face. “Greyson Dante? You are involved with him, right? Don’t bother denying it. We already know.”

“Thank you for your time,” Megan said again. She raised her eyebrows, glanced at the open door and the bare little room beyond. The office’s arrangement was one of its chief charms; it may not be the greatest place in the world, but it did provide her patients with privacy. Those exiting left through that little room. Those waiting sat in the furnished waiting area with magazines and a water cooler. Neither saw the other.

She’d never thought the arrangement would be of such benefit to her. It wasn’t as though Agent Reid had “FBI” printed across her forehead in big block letters or anything, but just the same . . . Well. If it weren’t for the separate exit, Megan could hardly stand there with the door open, could she? Not when her two o’clock was bound to be already waiting, and her two o’clock was a notorious shadow-jumper.

Agent Reid finally gave up. She sighed and stood, shoving the papers back into her briefcase. “I do wish you would think about it. It’s only a matter of time, Dr. Chase. Someone with your public image?”

Had Megan thought the woman had given up? Ha. No, she’d just been waiting for the opportunity to turn the screw tighter.

But Megan’s skin was pretty thick. So she let the implied threat fall to the ground between them and refused to pick it up. “If you don’t mind, I do have another appointment.”

“Of course.” Agent Reid slipped a stark white business card from the black depths of her suit jacket The blue FBI logo seemed to glow against the background. “Take my card, though, please. And call me if you change your mind. Or if you find yourself at the Bellreive next week.”

Megan took the card. No point in appearing uncooperative. Or rather, more uncooperative than she already appeared.

It didn’t really matter; she hoped it didn’t anyway. But that bothered her too, didn’t it? Hoping it wouldn’t matter? Hoping that Agent Reid and her fairly odd attempt to get whatever information she thought Megan might have were no more important than the few casual words Megan exchanged with the checkout girl at the grocery store and no more likely to stick in anyone’s mind later?

Yes. It did. But there was very little she could do about it at that moment, save utter a quiet “Fuck” under her breath when Agent Reid finally closed the exit door behind herself.

Meanwhile timid taps at the other door told Megan she’d been exactly right. Her two o’clock—Ted Anderson—was there, and even if she wasn’t really watching the clock, he certainly was. He always did.

She shouldn’t be so hard on Ted, though. He’d followed her over from Serenity Partners the winter before, and that loyalty meant something to her. Sure, most of her patients had come along. That didn’t make their loyalty any less valuable.

The door opened with an almost imperceptible squeak. She’d have to oil those hinges again. The office plaza now housing her practice wasn’t old, but apparently the previous tenant had run some kind of family-encounter group that involved lots of slamming doors.

Ted stood just past the threshold in his typical hunched pose, like Sisyphus trying to push his worries up a hill. The overhead lights shone through his thin hair and made his scalp beneath glow pinkish.

“Come on in, Ted.” Megan stepped back. Usually he practically knocked her over in his haste to enter the room. Not a surprise, really. Ted’s wife ignored him. So did his children. Those years of neglect seemed to have erased him somehow. Sad. But it was something Megan usually felt she was doing a decent job of counteracting, encouraging Ted to speak up at home, to get out into the world more.

Today, however, he didn’t move from the doorway. “Dr. Chase, I just . . . I just came to tell you I won’t be coming anymore. I thought I owed you letting you know in person.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. First the FBI showed up and made vague little threats and offered vague little deals, and now this. Losing a patient wasn’t exactly a joy. “Ted, I . . . Is something the matter? Please, at least come in and sit down.”

He hesitated.

“Come in, please. Whatever decision you’ve made is your decision, and I respect that. I won’t try to talk you out of anything. But if you wanted to tell me in person, you obviously thought there was an explanation to be made, right?”

Still he waited, like a golf ball teetering on the edge of a hole. Finally he nodded and edged past her.

“Okay.” She sat back in her chair and plastered what she hoped was an understanding smile on her face. “What’s up?”

“You can’t help me anymore,” he mumbled. A piece of paper she hadn’t noticed before tumbled in his hands; he folded and unfolded it as though performing the motions incorrectly would result in the destruction of the universe. “What’s wrong with me . . . it’s not something you can fix.”

“It’s not a matter of ‘fixing.’ I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, or that you’re broken in some way. You shouldn’t feel—”

“I’m possessed.”

“No, you’re not,” she said, before she thought, Okay, double what-the-fuck. Possessed? Where the hell would Ted get an idea like that?

Especially since it wasn’t true. Not remotely. She could still read him; had he been possessed, she couldn’t have.

He glared at her. It surprised her almost as much as his previous utterance had. “That’s what he said you’d say.”

“He?”

“Reverend Walther. He said you’d say that. You people are just desperate to keep us on a string, to keep taking our money.”

“Where in the world—”

“All these years I’ve been coming here, thinking something was wrong with me, and it wasn’t me. It was these demons.”

“Ted. You are not possessed by demons.” And she should know. She was, in fact, probably the only human being in the world who could tell him definitively that his problems had nothing to do with demons. Or at least very little to do with them. Ted’s personal demons—his little Yezer Ha-Ra, that was—numbered only two, and they were fairly content with that.

At least they were now. Since Megan had assumed the leadership of the local Yezer “family,” there’d been a few sticky moments. At one point she’d almost lost them completely, along with her life.

But that had been months before. Now her relationship to and rules for the Yezer had reached a level of equilibrium, and if the Yezer weren’t growing fat off the misery of humans, they weren’t starving either.

But none of that was the issue at the moment. She seriously doubted Ted was talking about Yezer, especially since Yezer didn’t actually possess people. They merely sat on people’s shoulders and tried to persuade them to commit . . . well, if not evil acts, then certainly not good ones. Selfish acts. Mildly cruel acts. Depending on the person, of course.

“I don’t expect you to believe it, Dr. Chase. But all this therapy, psychology . . . what you do . . . it can’t help people. It’s demons making people unhappy and demons making us do wrong, and Reverend Walther can help me. So I won’t be coming back here. Just thought I should tell you.”

Eep. He’d never know how right he was about demons making people unhappy, even if he was wrong about how it actually worked. Possession . . . Walther . . . A bell rang somewhere in the back of Megan’s head. Yes, she’d heard of him, hadn’t she? Seen something recently on one of those newsmagazine shows. Her memory of it was rather vague but clear enough for one thing, at least.

“Are you talking about an exorcism?”

Ted nodded. Shit.

“Ted, please. I really have to strongly advise you against this. It could be dangerous, I don’t know—”

Ted stood up. Megan could say one thing for whoever Reverend Walther was, he’d given Ted more strength than she’d ever seen from him.

Of course, that strength was based on falsehoods and the promise of a quick fix and so was more akin to zealotry than any actual strength, but why quibble? There didn’t appear to be much she could do about it either way.

“The only dangerous thing is to go on living the way I am,” he said. “To let these demons grow and take over. No, thank you, Dr. Chase. I know there’s a solution to my problems, but it requires faith. And faith I’ve got.”

“You need to have faith in yourself, Ted, you don’t need an exorcism, you just need—”

“Thanks, Dr. Chase, but I have to go. Lily’s waiting for me in the car, and we’re about to head over to see the reverend.” He stood up and held out his hand.

Megan took it and, with it, the visions that came when she lowered her shields: Ted’s wife, Lily, convincing Ted this exorcism thing was the answer to their problems. Why had Ted never told her how deeply religious Lily was becoming over the last six months? The shadowy face of a man—Reverend Walther, she assumed. A face she instinctively disliked, but whether that was because she thought he was a charlatan, because he was lying to one of her patients, or because of some other reason, she didn’t know.

And at that moment she didn’t particularly care. It was barely quarter past two on a beautiful July day, and all she wanted to do was go home, crawl under the covers, and stay there.

“If you ever need anything . . . you can always give me a call.” She dropped his hand. “I’ll still be here.”

“Well, thanks again,” he said.

They stood for an awkward moment, unsure how long to keep shaking hands or if they should do more or what. Rather like greeting a long-lost cousin you’d never really liked. Should you forget the time he locked you in the basement and kiss him anyway because he was family, or did you treat him like any other stranger? How thick was that blood anyway?

Not so thick in this case or, rather, nonexistent. Ted let go of her hand, nodded, and let himself out the little exit door, leaving Megan with an open forty-minute window and plenty to think about during it. Including the FBI.

© 2010 Stacey Fackler

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ShelleyJax on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Demon Possessed marks the end of the Megan Chase trilogy as Ms. Kane said there won't be any further books for the foreseeable future. She is focused on the Downside Ghost series which will release a new book later this year. Megan is a trained psychologist as well as a host of a radio show she didn¿t want to do in the first place. She also found out that she¿s got a little demon inside of her which gave her the ability to kill two nasty demons. This came from her own father selling her to a demon which left residual traces in her body after she kicked him out. She¿s part Psyche Demon which means she has mental powers, not physical. She also managed to grab hold of a group of personal demons, for which she seems to be the only one who doesn¿t have one since killing hers at age 16, and making them her own. Megan is such a frustrating character to follow at times. For someone who is supposed to have a PHD in Psychology and smart, she acts like a clueless child. She grinds away at the readers patience with her inability to make choices and her whining and crying over everything and anything that she doesn¿t agree with. Megan¿s character goes against the very thing we¿ve been fighting for since the early 20th century; equality without giving up our dignity, our freedoms, and without being constrained by a silly man for our welfare. It¿s always the women who have to give up their jobs and livelihood for the male of the species, and in this case, her humanity in order to stay in a relationship with Greyson who otherwise would have only thought of her as a mistress. I do, however, agree with her on one point. I agree that she shouldn¿t have been hit over the head constantly about going thru with the Haiken Kra Ritual in order to make her a full a demon. I know others will respectfully disagree with me since she is the leader of a group of personal demons and can¿t protect them as well as a full demon could. That¿s all fine and dandy. But, she should have been given the chance to release her hold on said demons if that is what she wanted. I also believe strongly that Greyson¿s inability to tell her the truth from the onset of their relationship, how he felt about her remaining human, should have come out much sooner. He should have told her that if she wasn¿t interested in being a demon wife, then he would have to look someplace else. In hiding things from her for 11 months, and then demanding that she be the one to give up everything in order to marry him and have little demon children in order to keep HIM in power and her safe from harm, made him an unfortunate and stereotypical male. However, this is a moot point since in the end, she does exactly what everyone tells her she should have done months ago; fully embrace her inner demon while battling a horde of humans, demons, and an angel who wanted to kill her, and then agreeing to marry Greyson and have his little minions. I know this is a paranormal story and the characters are expected to be flexible in their ability to change, but I ask you seriously, why is it necessary to the bottom line of the story? In cases like Cat, the underlying pull of being a vampire was already there. She knew where she came from, and the inevitability of changing completely was always there in the background. In the Kitty Norville series she was bitten prior to the first story so we never knew her as anything else but a werewolf. Why can¿t we as authors/writers keep our heroines fully human without compromising the story and our readers imaginations? Sookie Stackhouse has remained the same over the course of her series, and according to many articles I¿ve recently read, she¿s going to remain the same until the end. Why then do we change people into demons, vampires, werewolves, and Fae? Is it just to sell a story, or is that the way people in the PNR and UF genres want things to be? Final words: Throughout this book it was like watching a tennis match between two people who have no clue how to be in
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Maybe I need some rehab or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seein it in my dreams. I'm walkin down every ally. I'm makin those desperate calls. I'm stayin up all night hoping, hitting my head against the walls. What you got girl is hard to find. I think about it all the time. I'm all strung out my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind. Cuz your love your love your love is my drug. Your love your love your love. Yeah your love your love your love is my drug your love your love your love. momma's tellin me I should think twice but I'm addicted it's a crisis. My friends think I've gone crazy my judgment's gettin kinda hazy my sneeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead. What you got girl is hard to find. I think about it all the time. I'm all strung out my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind. Because your love your love your love is my drug. Your love your love your love. Your love your love your love is my drug your love your love your love. I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the pri<_>ce I pay. I get so high when you're with me then crash and crave you when you leave. Hey I've got a question do you wanna have a slumberparty in my basement? Do I make your heartbeat like an 808 drum? Is my love your drug? ~ Dedicated to Aaliyah &hearts
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ceedy More than 1 year ago
Maybe to give yourself a head start on getting the drift of this story, you should read both book one and two of the series. This read goes back in the beginning and gives you a dusting of the story so you can keep up but you will understand more of the plot if you start the series in beginning. By book three you are finally into the steamy love scenes of the possessed woman, raunchy demon deaths and baddies trying to convince our main character to take the final step to give in to the darkside of her character. Yes, there are times where it drags and too much information is given about worthless items but hey, you have to fill in the space sometimes to get your page number up. Start with book one because the scene of her demise will bring you to tears and there is a life altering event that never lets this woman psyche be at rest and actually affects her through the entire series. I liked this books ending where the author tied the 3 books together and made the whole read worthwhile
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