Going Under
Lauren Dane
Praise for
Heart of Darkness
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—Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author
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—Ann Aguirre, national bestselling author
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—Reading the Paranormal
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—Joyfully Reviewed
“The characters are compelling, the love scenes steamy hot, and the world she has built sparks interest in the reader for more.”
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“Pulse pounding . . . Dane delivers!”
—Jaci Burton, New York Times bestselling author
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Berkley titles by Lauren Dane
Bound by Magick
HEART OF DARKNESS
CHAOS BURNING
GOING UNDER
The Brown Siblings
LAID BARE
COMING UNDONE
INSIDE OUT
NEVER ENOUGH
LAID OPEN
(A Berkley Heat Special Novella)
The Federation Chronicles / Phantom Corps
UNDERCOVER
RELENTLESS
INSATIABLE
MESMERIZED
CAPTIVATED
The Delicious Series
TART
CHERISHED
(with Maya Banks)
Anthologies
THREE TO TANGO
(with Emma Holly, Megan Hart, and Bethany Kane)
Going Under
LAUREN DANE
THE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP
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GOING UNDER
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PUBLISHING HISTORY
Berkley Sensation mass-market edition / February 2013
Copyright © 2013 by Lauren Dane
Excerpt by Lauren Dane copyright © 2013 by Lauren Dane.
Cover photo by Claudio Marinesco. Cover design by Rita Frangie.
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This one is for Fatin Soufan,
who is so much more than an assistant.
Acknowledgments
This is a pretty solitary job at times, but it’s the supporting cast of characters in a writer’s life that really makes all the difference.
For my husband—who supports what I do, even when it makes me crazy and we eat far too much take-out. Forever.
I’m so lucky that I have friends who’ve stuck with me no matter what. Who always get my back, who tell me when I have spinach in my teeth, who keep me from hitting send on that tweet and who let me complain to them instead of respond to hatemail. Megan, thank you for being my BFF.
Speaking of friends—thanks go to my secret author illuminati ninjas at the List That Shall Not Be Named.
Laura Bradford—my friend and my agent who holds my hand when I need it.
Leis Pederson, who is such a wonderful editor—thank you so much!
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Special Excerpt
Chapter 1
BURNING flesh created a smell unlike any he’d ever experienced. Sickeningly sweet, while at the same time sticky with death and pain. It was a stench Gage had hoped to never come across and yet, over the last months, he’d gagged on it more than once.
The house burned, casting orangey-yellow reflections all across the street. Over the cars parked by people who’d simply wanted to slump inside their homes and relax until they had to return to work the followin
g day.
The red of the fire truck would delight children at any other time. But the flames made that shiny, cheery red into something more sinister. Grime coated the faces of the firefighters who’d been working to put the blaze out, but it didn’t hide the resolution that there was nothing else they could do to save the three who’d been caught inside.
“The arsonists had to have used an accelerant of some type.” Lark, who still favored the side where she hadn’t been shot, looked on, standing next to Gage. Her sister, Helena, also watched.
This was supposed to be a visit to share information and new spells. And now they’d have to attend yet more funerals.
“They best goddamn back off in my town or there’ll be hell to pay.” Helena wasn’t scrappy and scary like Lark. But she had her own sort of strength, and Gage believed the Hunter in charge of Gennessee’s security would indeed take out the murderous asshole humans who’d set a house on fire while the people living there had been locked inside.
People. Others. Witches, to be exact. Five of them who shared the house and attended nearby UCLA. Three of whom had been home in bed when the place had been set on fire. Strategically. At the exits, so the witches inside couldn’t escape.
The firefighters had tried. Two had been hurt when part of a landing collapsed as they’d valiantly attempted to get to the second story where the bedrooms were.
Impotent fury tightened Gage’s muscles so hard he had a headache. The stench of these young men’s death would live in his system for days, though he believed the memory of it would live far longer. Right next to the memory of how Edwina Owen, his former boss, had looked after she’d been shot just weeks before.
“I don’t know if there’s a peaceful way out of this now.” Helena’s hands, fisted, hung at her sides. Rage pulsed from her, wave after wave. Her magick sparked from her body, even as Lark ran a hand up and down her sister’s back.
“I’m not sure there ever was.”
* * *
“SO you understand, of course, that this . . . attention you’ve garnered of late is detrimental to the firm.”
Shafts of sunlight gleamed against the mahogany furniture in the room. Elegant. Chosen with extreme care.
Molly cocked her head, resisting the urge to lick her lips. Her hands were clasped on the tabletop before her. Her legs were crossed, back straight. They’d never know just how hard she had to work to hold herself together.
“I understand many things, Paul. This is our business, after all. And you know as well as I know, that things like this can be spun into positive attention.” Paul Weller was another named partner. Weak. She had little respect for any man who spent so much time being afraid.
Their business wasn’t for the weak. Or the scared. He was both. His family money and eye for design were the only reasons he was fit to sit at the table with her.
“You can’t honestly believe this will blow over.” Angelica Reynolds spoke from her place to Molly’s right. “I know things have been hard on you, but this is not going away. And it’s costing us money.”
Hard? How many people had died? How many of the ones left were losing everything else? Like she was right now. It took every bit of Molly’s control not to slap Angelica’s face. Now that was hard.
“I built this firm. I was the top earner here last year. And the year before, and the one before that too. The biggest clients are those I brought in. Whatever rabble might be making a fuss out there, this is my firm. I made it into what it is today.”
Aaron took a deep breath before he spoke. “No one disputes that. But Angelica is right. This isn’t blowing over. There have been riots in some cities. This morning Bright and Cleen called and they’re going to pull their campaign if you’re not fired. That makes four of our biggest clients all on the way out the door.”
The others at the table she could handle. But knowing Aaron Davidson wasn’t behind her—well, that was a blow.
“Because of you,” Angelica added.
She smiled sweetly at Angelica before turning her attention back to Aaron. “I think it would be best if you just spoke plainly. Otherwise this is a waste of my time.”
If she stayed remote and chilly, she might get through this. She couldn’t stop to think about the cost of putting herself in that place over and over again for the last month. Not then.
“We’ve prepared a generous severance package. Let’s call it a sabbatical to the public so it will appear you’ve left for personal reasons. After all, that’s not so very far from the truth, is it?” Aaron’s gaze skittered away for a moment and she successfully kept her lip from curling. Her muscles burned from holding herself together.
The nausea shifted to a cold, numb emptiness.
“You’re terminating me? A named partner in a firm you all know I built. Based on what?”
“You did not disclose your . . . nationality to us. This is a direct violation of your partnership agreement.” Paul stuttered the first part.
“My nationality is American. I was born here in Chicago, to my mother, who was also born here. In fact, my mother’s family has been here eight generations.”
Aaron sent a glare in Paul’s direction. “Of course you are. To put it bluntly, you’re in violation of several clauses in your contract. Your behavior has led to a stampede of our top clients. You’re costing us money each day you’re still on the letterhead.”
“My behavior. And how so?” They would say it. She would not simply crawl out of there and let them make her feel ashamed. This was bigotry plain and simple.
“You’re one of them and you never said! For god’s sake, you’re an abomination and you had no business thinking you’d be allowed to stay here with what you are!” Angelica’s face was red by the time she finished.
“Allowed? One of whom?”
“You’re a goddamned witch! How can we trust you now?”
“That is more than enough, Angelica.” Aaron’s mouth was in a hard line as he glared at the other woman.
Molly looked to Aaron. “More than enough? Please, Aaron, you can get mad that she says it, but by going along with this, you’re giving in to it. As far as I can see, you all think it but she’s the only one who has the guts to say it. As for your charge? My behavior has not changed. My behavior is to get up at five, exercise, come to work where I spend ten to twelve hours each day doing my job. And then I go home. There is nothing in my behavior that could be considered a violation of my agreement with the firm.” She could add some new things to that routine like funerals, being hassled by the cops, being outed by human supremacist groups. Good times.
Aaron heaved a sigh. “The negative attention you’ve garnered because of your . . . whatever you’d call it, status, identity, has impacted the bottom line of the firm.”
“To be clear, because of my genetics, something I’ve kept private because it was none of your business, is the reason I’m being fired. Or rather, because I did not give in to the blackmail of the hate group who finally outed me after stalking me, my friends and family, I’m to be terminated from this firm. You’re firing me because of who I am. Which, by the way is who I was two weeks ago. Two months ago when you had me on your boat, a boat I remind you that you were able to buy after the success of a campaign I created.”
Aaron’s face colored. “You have been an integral part of this firm. I’ll be the first one to state that. I hate what they’ve done to you. I’m sorry for it. But this is business.”
The last three weeks had gone by in a sickening haze. She’d gotten that proverbial late night call, telling her the man she’d considered her father had simply disappeared and was presumed dead. Not only that, but his oldest daughter, Molly’s best friend, sister and the girl who’d taught Molly how to put on eyeliner, had also disappeared.
Worse, then came the insanity of the reaction from humans as the world of the Others had been exposed.
Little by little, everything she’d known and counted on to keep her anchored and safe had been stolen from
her. Funerals were a weekly occurrence. The human-only hate groups had begun to agitate and turn the fear the humans had into rage. Her clients, people she’d known and worked with for years had begun to ease away. There’d been write-in campaigns to get her fired. Her work suffered. Her home had been vandalized multiple times. Several of her neighbors had put up anti-Other signs in their yards and would ignore her, or worse, call her names as she left for work each day.
Work at the public relations firm she had built with Aaron was the one thing she’d counted on, even as her clients had turned skittish in the previous weeks.
That internal wall she’d built inside began to crumble and she saw clearly for the first time in a very long time.
“Business? Your giving in to bigots who’d be siccing dogs on small children for daring to use the whites-only drinking fountain is just business?”
“It’s not the same.” But Aaron didn’t hold her gaze.
“It is the same. Just because you want to be able to celebrate your bigotry and call it something else doesn’t mean anyone with an actual brain should allow you to do it. If you’re ballsy enough to do it, be ballsy enough to call it what it is. Own it like an adult, but don’t expect me to shuffle off in shame because I’m not the one who should be ashamed. You all should be. I have done nothing wrong. In fact, of all of us sitting here at this table, as we’re talking business and all, I’m the one who pays the bills. I’m the one who brings in clients.”
Paul didn’t meet her gaze. “This is uncomfortable for us all. I don’t see why we can’t remain civil.”
“I’m sure you don’t consider the fact that you’re firing me because I’m a witch to be uncivil. But I do. And as such, I only give respect where it’s due. And none of you deserve it.”
“Don’t you at least want to see the details of your severance? We’re trying to take care of you. Even in these difficult times.” Aaron pushed a piece of paper at her.
“You’re not trying to take care of me. You’re trying to cast me off because of my genetics. This is not acceptable. You know this, Aaron. Even if Angelica is too greedy and stupid, you know this. Even Paul knows this.”
