WAY OF THE SHADOWS
The woman who doesn’t remember is the one he can’t forget in Cynthia Eden’s latest Shadow Agents: Guts and Glory book
Fifteen years ago, Noelle Evers was kidnapped. Two days later, her abductor was dead, leaving her with no memory of what happened. Now an FBI profiler, she uses her past trauma to get inside the minds of killers. But she can’t read her new partner. EOD agent Thomas Anthony is controlled. Dangerous. And hauntingly familiar.
Thomas has been covertly watching Noelle’s back. He wanted to tell her the truth, but couldn’t blow his cover. Their latest mission just revealed a link to her past. With desire ramping up between them—and a predator hunting Noelle—it’s time for Thomas to step out of the shadows. Or lose his second chance to save the woman he loves.
“It’s not you that I’m afraid of, okay? It’s…this place.”
He was silent behind her. But his fingers moved lightly against her stomach. Almost as if he were caressing her.
“We’re safe.”
Her gaze slid to the right. His gun was there. Within easy reach. “Sometimes, I don’t ever feel safe.” As soon as she said the words, Noelle wished that she could call them back. She’d never made that confession to anyone.
“Why not?” His hold tightened.
Noelle shook her head. She was feeling warmer, so much warmer now. The shivers and shudders were easing. “Because I’m never sure what waits in the darkness.”
WAY OF THE
SHADOWS
New York Times
Bestselling
Author
Cynthia Eden
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times
and
USA TODAY
bestselling author Cynthia Eden writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from
Publishers Weekly
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Books by Cynthia Eden
HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE
1398—ALPHA ONE*
1404—GUARDIAN RANGER*
1437—SHARPSHOOTER*
1445—GLITTER AND GUNFIRE*
1474—UNDERCOVER CAPTOR§
1480—THE GIRL NEXT DOOR§
1510—EVIDENCE OF PASSION§
1516—WAY OF THE SHADOWS§
*Shadow Agents
§Shadow Agents: Guts and Glory
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Thomas Anthony—
For years, Thomas has carefully guarded his past. He’s a man with secrets…and deadly killing talents. He’s an EOD agent, and his job is to protect his country, to always complete his missions. But when one mission from his past comes back to haunt him, his finely held control begins to crack….
Noelle Evers—
When it comes to killers, Noelle is an expert. As an FBI profiler, Noelle knows how to get right into the mind of a killer. However, it is Noelle’s own mind that is a bit of a mystery to her. She was kidnapped and attacked fifteen years ago, but the days of her abduction have been lost from her memory. She is determined to unlock her past and to discover just why the mysterious Thomas Anthony seems connected to the most harrowing experience of her life.
Bruce Mercer—
His business involves secrets—learning them, keeping them or exploiting them. The director of the EOD, he knows that life isn’t always black-and-white. Sometimes, a good man has to commit dark deeds. When Noelle begins probing into her shadowed past, he realizes that secrets he has fought to keep for years are about to be brought out into the harsh light of day.
Lawrence Duncan—
Senator Duncan has spent years amassing his power, and he doesn’t plan to stand idly by while someone tries to destroy him. He knows that if the truth about his past is ever discovered, he will lose everything…and that is why the senator will do
anything
to protect himself from the EOD’s investigation.
Paula Quill—
As Senator Duncan’s assistant, Paula has spent the past few years making herself invaluable to him. Their relationship has grown intimate, but…does Paula know just how dangerous the senator truly is? Paula may not be as innocent as she seems. In a life-and-death battle, trusting the wrong person could prove to be a fatal mistake.
A big thanks to Denise and Shannon at Harlequin Intrigue—thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write about the Shadow Agents.
For my wonderful readers…thank you for all the support that you’ve given to the men and women of the EOD. I hope that you’ve enjoyed their tales!
Prologue
The darkness was all she knew. It surrounded her, seemed to suffocate her. It bound her as deeply, as securely as the ropes around her wrists.
Fear coiled around Noelle Evers as she waited in the dark. She was waiting for her own death, and she knew it. That certainty was there, filling her mind—that and nothing else. So when the door opened and she heard the squeak of wood, Noelle tensed.
The light spilled forward. The wood squeaked again.
Someone was coming toward her....
The beam of a flashlight slit through her eyes, blinding her because it was such a sharp contrast to the darkness.
“Found her!” A man’s voice called. It was deep and rough, heavy with relief. “She’s alive!”
Noelle squinted as she tried to see past that bright light.
More footsteps thudded toward her. Then hands were on her. Rough, strong hands. They pulled at her ropes then yanked her out of the chair and to her feet.
“It’s all right,” that deep, rumbling voice told her. “You’re safe now.”
She didn’t believe him.
There were more lights then, sweeping into the room. It looked like...a cabin? She was in a cabin? In the darkness, she hadn’t been able to tell anything about her surroundings, but she could now see glimpses of an old, log-lined cabin.
She licked her lips. Her mouth felt so dry. She had to swallow three times before she managed, “H-how did...I g-get here?”
His face was in shadows, but he was tall, with broad shoulders and a gun strapped to his hip.
Noelle backed up when she saw the weapon. Her feet slipped on something. She glanced down and saw a twisting mass of rope near her feet.
“Easy,” he told her, and his grip tightened around her arms. “I’m a deputy. We’re all with the Coleman County Sheriff’s Department, and we’re here to take you home.”
She’d...she’d been at home...sleeping in her bed... Noelle remembered that. She’d gone to sleep—and awoken to darkness.
“Sheriff!”
Another voice cried out then, breaking with what sounded like fear.
The deputy pulled Noelle close as he hurried toward that cry.
The flashlights all hit the far left corner of the room. They fell on the man sprawled there. A man who was dead—his throat had been cut. The man stared sightlessly back at them while his blood formed a dark pool beneath him.
The deputy’s hold on Noelle tightened. “Who is that?” he demanded.
Noelle started to shake.
“Ms. Evers...” His voice gentled a bit. “Is he one of the men who took you?”
Tears leaked down her cheeks. “I don’t know!”
Voices rose. Shouted. More men and women came inside the cabin. More lights.
Too bright.
Noelle’s shoulders hunched. She looked down at her wrists. They were bloody and raw. And her hands—her hands were stained with blood. So was her gown. The gown she’d worn to sleep when she climbed into her own bed.
This isn’t my home.
But she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. Noelle only knew darkness.
The deputy pulled off his coat. Carefully, he put it around her shoulders. “Tell me what happened.” He was leading her from the cabin keeping his fingers around her arm. “Get me a medic!” He called out to another one of the men swarming the area.
Then she was outside. The night air was crisp, but she could still smell blood.
Because it’s on me.
“I want to go home,” Noelle whispered. “I want to see my parents.” Noelle was seventeen. She was a sophomore at Coleman High School. She was cheering at the football game on Friday. She was—
Noelle’s knees gave way and she would’ve hit the ground if the deputy hadn’t grabbed her. He lifted her up against his chest, holding her tightly.
“Medic!”
the deputy yelled.
She wasn’t just shaking any longer. Noelle’s eyes rolled back in her head as giant shudders jolted through her.
The deputy carried her to a gurney. He and the medic strapped her down. “What the hell is happening?”
“Noelle!”
She heard the scream distantly, but she knew that voice. It was her mother’s voice. Noelle tried to respond, but she couldn’t speak.
“She’s seizing,” the medic snapped. “We need to get her stable!”
The darkness seemed to close in again. She didn’t want to go back into the dark.
Something bad waited in the dark.
Death waited.
But Noelle couldn’t fight, and the darkness took her once more.
* * *
T
HE
NEXT
TIME
Noelle’s eyes opened, she was surrounded by a sea of white. The scent of antiseptic told her she was in the hospital even before the room came into focus.
She blinked a few times then saw her mother’s tear-filled gaze. “You’re okay, baby,” her mom whispered.
Noelle didn’t feel okay.
“We need to ask her some questions.”
Noelle’s gaze darted to the left at those words. Her father stood close by. He looked pale, and...older than she’d ever seen him.
Right next to her father, Sheriff Morris Bartley stood, his stare on her. He leaned toward Noelle.
“She just woke up,” her father gritted out.
“I know.” The sheriff sighed. “But she’s the only one who can tell us what happened. I got a dead body, and I got her and I need to know—”
The darkness waited.
Noelle gave a hard, negative shake of her head.
“Noelle, how did you wind up in that cabin?” the sheriff asked her.
“This needs to wait,” her father barked.
The machines around Noelle began to beep, faster, louder.
“Who was the dead man? Is he the one who took you? Is he—”
“I don’t remember,” Noelle whispered. Her throat hurt.
She
hurt.
The sheriff exhaled on a rough sigh. His hands gripped his hat. “Start with what you know. Tell me who took you from your house. Tell me how you got to that cabin and how—”
“I don’t remember.” Her voice was even softer now.
The sheriff’s brows shot up. “Did you leave your house willingly? Is that what happened? Did you—?”
He didn’t understand. “I don’t...remember anything.”
Her mother gave a little gasp.
“I was in my room, in my bed.” Noelle’s heart galloped in her chest. The machines raced. “Then I was in the dark.” She blinked away the tears that filled her eyes.
Something happened in the dark. Something bad.
“I don’t remember,” she said again, and it was almost as if...as if the words were a vow.
The machines beeped louder around her. Noelle’s mother pulled Noelle into a tight hug.
And, over her mother’s shoulder, Noelle glanced up and met the eyes of the sheriff. There was concern in his gaze and suspicion.
I don’t remember.
There was only darkness in her mind, and Noelle didn’t know if that was good...or bad.