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Pandora's Daughter
Iris Johansen
The number-one blockbuster bestselling author delivers her most explosive and compelling novel yet, in which a woman must unlock the secrets of her own mind before she loses her life.
She has a gift of unspeakable power…
He must control her or destroy her…
For as long as she can remember, successful young physician Megan Blair has tried to silence the voices in her head--voices that bring her to the edge of madness and terror. Megan possesses psychic powers that have been dormant for years, hidden deep in the past she's tried so desperately to forget. But now everything has come to a boiling point--someone is trying to kill her, and others are trying to use her, including the deadly and seductive Neal Grady. Shocking secrets about her life and her mother's death bombard her as she fights to take control of her heritage and save herself and everything she believes in. Grady holds the key to understanding her future, a future in which Megan's life will never be the same.
If she survives to have a future.
A fast-paced thrill ride, Pandora's Daughter is Iris Johansen as you've never read her before.
Iris Johansen
Pandora's Daughter
© 2007
PROLOGUE
VOICES.
Megan could feel the muscles of her stomach knot and she tried to block the fear. Don't let Mama know. She had been so happy and relaxed this afternoon. She didn't need Megan spoiling it for her.
"Why so quiet?" Her mother started packing up the picnic basket. "What are you thinking about?"
Voices.
Megan searched wildly for an answer. "I was just wishing that Neal could have come along. Did you invite him?"
"Heck, no. I wanted a mother-daughter time together. Neal tends to dominate the scene when he's around." She smiled teasingly. "He gets all your attention. Not that I blame you. The first time I saw him he reminded me of the portrait of a Renaissance prince I saw once in a museum in Florence. Very elegant and slightly intimidating."
Close out the voices. Lord, how she wished she could make them go away. "There's nothing intimidating about Neal. How can you say that?"
"Hey, I'm not attacking him. It's just an idle comparison."
Voices.
What had they been talking about? Megan wondered. Concentrate. That's right, Neal. "I like having Neal around. He's fun."
"When he wants to be. Though I'm glad that you like him. I do too. He's been a good friend to me." Her smile faded as she studied Megan. "You're not listening. What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing."
"Megan."
"Voices," Megan whispered. "I don't like it here, Mama. I hear the voices."
"Nonsense." Her mother quickly looked away from her. "I've told you that's your imagination." She tossed the plastic cups back in the basket. "And there's no reason for you not to like it here." She knelt back on her heels and gazed at the setting sun casting its red-gold glow on the waters of the quarry below them. "It's beautiful. We've had picnics up here on the hill a dozen times and you never mentioned those silly voices. Have you heard them on this spot before?"
She nodded. "But you don't like me to talk about them."
"Because they don't exist." She reached out and gently cupped Megan's cheeks in her two hands. "And you mustn't talk about things that don't exist. When you were younger, it wasn't as bad. But you're fifteen now and people pay more attention. We have to keep this between ourselves, baby."
"Or they'll think I'm nuts." Megan tried to smile. "And this can't be normal. Maybe I am nuts. Am I, Mama?"
"Of course not." She leaned forward and brushed a kiss on Megan's nose. "Who sets the rules? Who can really say what's normal? I've heard that some composers hear the music in their minds and everyone calls them a genius. You'll probably grow out of this."
"You said that when I was seven."
"And you don't hear them near as often now. Right?" Right.
"And you said they don't scream, they whisper?"
Megan nodded.
"See?" Her eyes were twinkling. "Progress. And by the time you reach your twenty-first birthday, they'll be gone entirely."
Megan frowned and said tentatively. "Maybe… I should see someone."
"No," her mother said sharply. "No doctors. We keep this just between us. Understand?"
Megan nodded but she didn't understand. She had never understood anything except that it made her mother unhappy for Megan to talk about the voices. Maybe she didn't want to admit even to herself that Megan wasn't… normal. Okay, let it go. It could be her mother's simple solution to her problem was correct. The last thing she wanted to do was make her mother unhappy.
"Stop frowning." Her mother's finger traced the two creases on Megan's forehead. "You'll get wrinkles like me."
"You don't have wrinkles. You're beautiful." It was true. Sarah Nathan was not conventionally beautiful, but her mother's brown hair shone in the sunset glow and her face was brimming with character and sparkled with warmth and vivacity.
"I have plenty of wrinkles. But if you laugh enough, they blend in with the laugh lines and get lost." She made a face. "That's what you should do, my solemn little mouse. You don't smile enough. You make me feel like a bad mother."
Megan shook her head. "You know better than that. No one is a better mother than you. And I'm not solemn."
"Okay, you're intense." She got to her feet and pulled Megan to her feet. "Come on, it's getting dark. It's time to get back to the cottage. You have school and I have work tomorrow." She handed Megan the picnic blanket. "Not that you need to worry about school. You're acing your classes. You know, I'd rather you concentrated a little less on your grade point average and a little more on having a good time."
"I have a good time."
"Well, work at it a little harder. The only time I see you light up and bubble over these days is when you're with Neal. You're young. Life has a way of passing so quickly you leave the good times behind before you know it." She smiled. "And you're going to have so many good times. Proms and good friendships and first love and all that other stuff touted on the Hallmark cards."
"Yuck."
Her mother ruffled her hair. "Brat. Show a little sentiment." Her smile faded as she started down the path. "Are the voices gone?"
"Yes," Megan lied. Well, it wasn't quite a lie. They weren't gone but they'd become a dull roar like the sea in the distance. There was no use making her mother upset when she wanted so desperately for Megan not to hear them.
"I told you that you were getting better." She linked her arm with Megan's. "Since I seem to be on a winning streak, remember what I told you about going for the gusto."
"Mama, I'm not-" She broke off as she felt her mother's body stiffen. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
It wasn't the truth. Something was wrong. She could see her mother's expression and it couldn't be more clear.
Fear.
Her gaze followed her mother's to the line of pines at the bottom of the hill.
A man was standing there, watching them.
"Who is he? Do you know him?"
"Perhaps." She took a deep breath. "I'd better go and talk to him. Go back to the quarry, Megan."
Megan shook her head.
"Do as I tell you," her mother said sharply. "This is my business. You know the cave on the other side of the hill? Go inside and stay there until I come for you."
"I'm going with you."
"You're not going with me. Get up the hill to that cave. Now."
Megan still hesitated.
"Listen, Megan, it's going to be fine. I just have to talk to him and I don't want an audience." She started down the hill. Her voice lashed like a whip. "Get going
!"
"Okay, but if you don't come in twenty minutes, I'm coming after you." Megan turned and started back up the hill at a run.
It wasn't right.
No matter what her mother said, something was very wrong.
KILL THE BASTARD.
Neal Grady's knife sliced across the man's throat and the blood spurted. He pushed him away and let him drop to the ground.
He didn't give him another glance as he tore across the road and through the stand of trees.
He was too late.
Grady cursed as he half slid, half ran down the shale incline toward the woman lying crumpled at the bottom of the slope.
Dead?
Not yet, but close. Very close.
He knelt down bedside her and could feel his eyes sting. "Sarah, dammit."
Sarah slowly opened her eyes. "Hello, Neal. I'm glad… you're here. But you… shouldn't curse a dying woman."
"Shut up. Save your strength. Maybe there's something I can do."
She shook her head. "Not for me. You know better. But Megan… I tried to run and keep him away from her. But he saw her. He… saw her. He'll go after her."
"No, he won't," he said grimly. "I was too late for you but not for him. I cut the son of a bitch's throat."
"Good. Megan will… I'm getting cold, Neal. I can't die yet. I have to tell you-"
"God, you're such a fool, Sarah," he said unsteadily. "I told you to leave here six months ago. You should have run. You should have hidden Megan away."
"I felt safe. I thought you were wrong. I didn't want to pull Megan away again. I've tried so hard to let her have a normal life. Not like mine. Not like yours." She inhaled sharply. "Everything is getting… hazy. I didn't expect it to be like this. I'm… frightened. You can help me, can't you?"
He nodded. "I can help you."
"I thought you could. Could I… touch you?"
"Yes." He lay down beside her and gathered her close. "Just relax, Sarah."
"I can't relax. Not yet. Megan. You have to help Megan."
"For God's sake, you didn't even prepare her. You lied to her. I don't know if I can do anything for her." Try.
"I can't promise you. You know what's going to happen once you leave her."
"Try," she repeated. "Please, Neal."
"No promises." He gently stroked her cheek. "I'll see what I can do."
"I know you will. She's strong, Neal. Much stronger than I am. She has a chance… You'll take care of her. You… like her. You like… my Megan."
"Yes. Now be quiet and rest."
She was silent for only a moment. "Neal, I'm… not a Pandora."
"You are," he whispered. "But it doesn't matter now. Hold on to me. I'll help you through it."
"I was hoping you would." She nestled closer. "Yes, help me…"
She let him take control. Warmth replacing coldness, light floods the darkness, glittering sanity instead of a world of madness.
"Thank you, Neal," she whispered.
"Shh, just let go…"
MEGAN SCREAMED.
Neal stiffened as the agonized sound tore through him.
Dammit, Sarah had just drifted away from him and Megan was already feeling the release.
Pain.
He gently pushed Sarah away from him and sat up.
Another jolt of agony.
He had to get to her before she tore herself apart.
Before she tore him apart.
Find her.
Where are you, Megan?
More pain.
Mindless panic and agony.
Find her.
Help her.
Find her.
MAMA!
Megan huddled against the wall of the cave as pain tore through her.
Not Pandora. Not Pandora. Not Pandora.
Voices. Babble. Screams.
Not Mama's voice. Where are you, Mama?
Gone.
But the voices weren't gone. They assaulted her, beat her, stabbed her.
Go away. Go away. Go away.
Help me, Mama.
No, Mama.
Gone.
Panic seared through her. She was alone with the voices that were tearing at her, killing her.
She screamed again. Help me.
"There's only one way I can help you, Megan."
A man was standing in the entrance of the cave. Dark, slim, tall. Was it the same man whom her mother had gone down to see?
Mama had gone and not come back.
Gone.
No, it wasn't that stranger. It was Neal Grady. Relief surged through her. Neal would help her.
Neal standing behind someone. The gleam of steel as his knife sliced across a throat. Blood spurting…
Murder.
Mama? Mama's throat?
No!
She instinctively launched herself at his knees and brought him down.
Another wave of voices struck her and she crumpled in agony.
"Stop fighting me," he said hoarsely. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She bit his wrist.
"My God, Sarah was right. You're much stronger than she ever was."
She could barely hear him, the voices were roaring now, ripping at her.
Fight them.
Fight him.
She tried to crawl toward the cave opening.
"No." He grabbed her by the waist. "It's over, Megan."
Mama.
"Stop it." His face contorted with pain. "She can't help you any longer. And I'm not sure I can do it either."
Mama.
"Don't do this. I told her I wouldn't promise to-"
Mama!
"Dammit, Megan, you have to stay with me." He backhanded her across the face.
Darkness.
But the voices were still there, gnawing at her sinews, devouring her.
"Okay, I can't take it anymore," he whispered. "You win, Megan. Or maybe Sarah wins." His hands grasped her arms, holding her still. "I'm going to shut you down. Don't fight me. I'm not going to hurt you. You're just going to go to sleep and I'll take the voices away."
She opened her eyes to look dazedly up at him. "What…"
"Shh." He gently brushed her hair back from her forehead. "You wanted help. I'm going to give it to you. You won't remember the voices, the pain, any of this." His lips tightened. "I wish to God I was that lucky."
CHAPTER ONE
Twelve years later
St. Andrews Hospital
Atlanta, Georgia
"HE'S DEAD, MEGAN. CALL IT," Scott Rogan said as he looked at her over the body of the fourteen-year-old boy. "Give it up."
"Tell that to his mother." She hit the paddles again to try to jumpstart the boy's heart. Come on, Manuel. Come back to us. "I'm not going to do it without a fight."
"We've been working on him for the last twenty minutes."
"Then another few won't make a difference." She counted to three and then hit him again. "Live, Manuel," she whispered. "You have so much to do, so much to see. Don't let it end like this."
But it had ended, she realized in helpless frustration after another two minutes. Dammit to hell. Poor kid.
She ripped her gloves off as she turned away. "Document that the patient died at eleven-oh-five p.m.," she said jerkily to the nurse. She strode out of the ER to wash and change her bloodstained scrubs. She couldn't face the boy's mother like this. The woman was going to have a bad enough memory to carry for the rest of her life.
Damn. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the jamb of the door for a minute. It shouldn't be like this. She should be able to do more.
"Are you okay, Megan?"
She opened her eyes to see Scott standing beside her. "No." She straightened. "I wanted a miracle. I didn't get it."
"You did your best. We're just doctors. We can't walk on water."
"I can try. Every day I can try a little harder and maybe someday I'll be good enough to-" She rubbed her stinging eyes on the back of her hand and turned away. "I
can't stand here talking. I have to talk to Manuel's mother."
"Wait." He was hurrying after her. "I'll tell her, Megan."
She shook her head. "My job. He was my patient." But, dammit, she didn't want to do this. It was always a painful responsibility but especially traumatic when it concerned the young. "Thanks anyway, Scott."
He shrugged. "It's bad for me too. But it doesn't tear me up like it does you. Sometimes I wonder why you decided to become a doctor. You're too damn emotional. All that psychological training we were given in med school didn't get through to you."
"I'll get used to it." Her gaze was fixed on the small Latina woman sitting in a chair across the waiting room. A deep pang of sadness surged through her. Dear God, the woman's hopeful expression as she saw Megan…
No, she'd never get used to it. Not in a million years. Then take it on the chin and go tell that mother her boy is dead.
The woman was tensing, her eyes anxious. Megan could feel her pain and desperation as if it were her own. It was surrounding her, deluging her, drowning her. She braced herself, fighting to pull away from it.
"Megan," Scott murmured.
She shook her head to clear it. "It's okay." She moistened her lips and forced herself to start across the room. Get it over with and try to offer the woman what comfort she could.
"Mrs. Rivera, I'm Dr. Megan Blair." She drew a deep breath. "I'm sorry to tell you that…"
HE COULDN'T TELL WHO WAS suffering more, Scott Rogan thought, as he watched Megan take the woman in her arms. Megan should have let him do it.
"Stop worrying about her. You can't protect your little buddy for the rest of her life."
Scott turned to see Hal Trudeau standing a few feet away. He hadn't been in the operating room, but by now the story of Megan's frantic efforts at reviving the kid was probably all over the ward. He wished to hell Hal had not been on duty tonight. Hal was highly competitive and he considered Megan a threat in his climb at the hospital. The first couple years out of medical school could sometimes be a make-or-break period for a doctor. Hal would like nothing better than to make Megan look unprofessional.
"I'm not worried," Scott said. "She's handling everything fine."