Possession (Dark Possessions Book 3) by Nadia Nightside

Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.
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Possession
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    “Y ou have to be very careful,” said Gerald, driving through the town. “From all accounts, this woman, if that’s what she is, is highly seductive. Knowledgeable. You might even find her friendly, easy to laugh with or agree with. Do none of these things. If she says the sky is blue, affirm that it is red. Any agreement she makes with you, she will use to build another, and another, until you are very far along on the ladder to damnation. Do you understand, girl?”
    “Yes sir,” said Olivia, looking at him solemnly.
    “I know you don’t believe me all the way. That’s fine. But you have to trust that I know what I’m doing a little bit.”
    “I do trust you,” she said. “And I believe you, too.”
    He didn’t seem to believe her, though. He never did. That hurt more than anything, that she put so much of her trust and life and effort into this man who repaid so little of it.
    Gerald was a demon hunter by trade, tall and bearded with dark eyes the same charcoal color as his hair. Olivia had been working with him for a little over a month now, helping to prepare his tinctures and sharpen his stakes, that sort of thing. It was not well-paying work, but Gerald seemed to always have money when he needed it and he was not shy about sharing when it came to necessities.
    There were worse situations, Olivia knew, than traveling from town to town on the road with a completely handsome bearded hunk.
    They drove into the parking lot of the antiques shop known as Possessions. Inside, Gerald assured her there was an evil greater than any he or anyone else had ever encountered or experienced.
    Olivia had met him hitchhiking on her way out of her hometown of Little Hill, which was neither little nor had a hill. She hated the town, everyone in it, and everything it did, and wanted no part of the life it offered. Everyone was either a miner or the wife of a miner, and she saw no future for herself there.
    Olivia wasn’t quite sure what she wanted her life to be about yet. Much like the denizens of her hometown, she was hardworking and practical, but her practical streak went beyond just seeing the opportunity for work right in front of her.
    Practically, she knew that a career in modeling wasn’t out of the question—certainly she didn’t imagine being a lingerie model walking on runways on network television or gracing the covers of big fashion magazines (although the thought of that did send thrills down her spine)—but she was certainly beautiful enough between her lovely face and delightfully sexy figure to get a little glamour work done on the side to pay bills while she was figuring herself out.
    That’s all she really wanted—some time to figure herself out. And then, she had found herself alone with a self-professed demon hunter.
    It had been dangerous, hitchhiking out of her town as a beautiful nineteen year-old girl. Olivia knew this. She knew that with her beautiful auburn hair and short, slender body, her big breasts so firm and bouncy on her tight frame, that she was a particularly vulnerable target.
    Her face got her in the most trouble—big brown eyes that held a beguiling spark, always making guys think she was flirting with them when she was just angry or annoyed, in combination with the soft tilted pads of her lips and the lovely turn of her nose, sent most men into slathering beasts around her.
    Most men, of course, except for Gerald. For whatever reason, he seemed immune to her charms of happenstance, and when she tried actively to flirt with him, he was non-responsive.
    When he had picked her up, all he said was, “I’m going this way. Are you?”
    It wasn’t long before he told her what he was and what he did, and it wasn’t long after that before she volunteered her services, hoping to gain his favor.
    Of course , Olivia would think often, the one guy who doesn’t