He pushed the button to stall the elevator. "Now you listen to me, Grace. We're perfect for each other. You know it as well as I do. We were meant to be together."
"Okay," she said, trying to calm him down. "Let's discuss this in my office." She pressed the button to start the elevator.
He stopped it again. "We'll talk here."
Grace took a deep breath as her hands started shaking. She had to get out of here without making him any angrier. "We'd be more comfortable in my office."
This time when she reached for the button, he grabbed her hand.
"Why won't you just talk to me?" he asked.
"We are talking." Grace inched toward the call box.
"I bet you talk with him, don't you? I bet you spend hours laughing and doing God only knows what with him. Now, tell me who he is."
"Mr. Carmichael-"
"Rodney!" he shouted. "Dammit, my name is Rodney."
"Okay, Rodney. Let's-"
"I bet he's had his filthy hands all over you, hasn't he?" He cornered her by the buttons. "How many times have you slept with him since you met me, huh?"
Grace trembled at the feral look in his beady eyes. He was slipping. She reached behind her to pick up the phone, but before she could get it to her ear, he grabbed it.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"You need help."
He smashed the phone against the buttons. "I don't need help. I just need you to talk to me. Do you hear me? I just need you to talk to me!" He punctuated each word by bashing the phone into the control panel.
Terrified, Grace watched as the phone splintered. Then, he started pulling at his hair.
"He's kissed you, I know he has." He repeated the words over and over again as he wrenched his hair out by the handfuls.
Oh, God! She was trapped with a lunatic.
And there was no way out.
Julian returned to Grace's office with her Palm Pilot. "Where's Grace?" he asked Lisa when he didn't find Grace at her desk.
"Didn't you see her? She went down to the car a few minutes after you left."
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. She said she left some files or something."
Before he could ask anything else, an attractive African-American woman walked into the office dressed in a conservative black suit and holding a briefcase.
She paused inside the doorway to kick off a shoe and rub her heel. "It's definitely a Monday," she said to Lisa. "I just had to walk up eight flights of stairs because the elevator is stuck between floors. Now what wonderful news do you have for me?"
"Hi, Dr. Beth," Lisa said cheerfully, running her hand down the book on her desk. "Your nine o'clock is with Rodney Carmichael."
Julian went cold.
"Oh, no, wait," Lisa said, "that's Dr. Grace. Yours-"
"Did you say Rodney Carmichael?" he asked.
"Yeah. He called to reschedule."
Julian didn't wait for her to finish. He tossed the Palm Pilot on Lisa's desk, then ran out of the office toward the elevator. His heart hammering, all he think of was getting to Grace as fast as he could.
It was then he realized the buzzing he'd been hearing was an alarm bell ringing.
A cold shiver went down his spine as every instinct he possessed told him what had happened. Rodney had stopped the elevator with Grace inside. He was sure of it.
Suddenly, a muffled scream sounded from behind the closed elevator doors.
His vision clouding with anger and fear, he wrenched open the door to the shaft.
Julian froze.
He couldn't see the car. All he could see was the black cavern. And it looked just like the book. Worse, going down it would feel like being sucked into his hell. Of darkness. Cramped. Tight.
He struggled to breathe as terror washed over him.
In his heart, he knew Grace was down there. Alone with a madman and with no one to help her.
Grinding his teeth, he stepped back and jumped to the cables.
Pushing violently, Grace forced Rodney off her.
"I'm not going to share you!" he snarled, grabbing her arms again. "You are mine."
"I don't belong to anyone except me." Grace kneed him in the groin.
He sank to the floor.
Desperate, Grace tried to climb up the side rails to reach the trapdoor above her head. If she could get to that...
Rodney grabbed her about the waist and slung her back into the corner.
His face contorted with rage, he braced his arms on each side of her. "Tell me the name of the man who has been inside you, Grace! Tell me so I will know who I have to kill."
His eyes empty and terrifying, he started clawing at his face and neck so fiercely that he made bloody welts. "Don't you know, you're my woman? We are going to be together. I know how to take care of you. What you need. I am so much better than him!"
Grace ducked away from Rodney, then kicked her high heels off and grabbed them in her hands. They weren't the best weapons, but they were better than nothing.
"I want to know who you've been with!" he shrieked.
At the same moment Rodney took a step forward, the trapdoor above her head opened. Grace looked up.
Julian dropped through the hole and landed in a deadly crouch like some sleek predator. An aura of dangerous calm surrounded him, but it was his eyes that were terrifying. Snapping fire and hell-wrath, they focused on Rodney with murderous intent.
Then, slowly, methodically, Julian rose to his full height.
Rodney stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the size of Julian. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the man she's been with."
Rodney's jaw dropped.
Julian passed a quick glance over Grace to assure himself she was safe and whole, and then he turned on Rodney with a roar.
He slung Rodney against the wall with such force, she was amazed it didn't leave a dent in the wooden panels.
Julian grabbed him by the shirt and held him against the wall.
When Julian spoke, the coldness of his voice sent a shiver over her. "It's a pity you're not big enough for me to kill, because I want you dead." He tightened his fist. "But little or not, if I ever find you near Grace again, if you ever cause her to shed another tear, there is no power on this earth or beyond that will keep me from crushing you. Do you understand?"
Rodney fought uselessly against his hold. "She's mine! I'll kill you if you come between us."
Julian cocked his head as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Are you insane?"
Rodney kicked Julian viciously in the stomach.
His eyes darkening, Julian slugged him hard against the jaw. Rodney crumpled to the floor.
As Julian knelt down by Rodney's side, Grace shook in relief. It was over.
"You better stay unconscious," Julian said ominously to Rodney.
Rising to his feet, Julian pulled her to him in a crushing embrace. "Are you okay, Grace?"
She couldn't breathe, but at the moment, she didn't care. "I'm fine, and you?"
"Better now that I know you're all right."
It was a few minutes later when the police finally pried open the door of the elevator, and Grace saw they were trapped between floors.
Julian lifted her from her waist as Grace took the policeman's extended hand and let him pull her up to the floor above them.
Once she was out of the elevator, she frowned at the three officers who were helping Julian with Rodney's unconscious body. "How did you know to be here?"
The older policeman stood back as the other two officers lifted Rodney's unconscious body out. "The emergency phone operator called us. She said it sounded like a war was going on in the elevator."
"It was," she said nervously.
"So, who do we handcuff?"
"The unconscious one."
While Grace waited for Julian to rejoin her, she noticed the darkness of the elevator shaft he had climbed down to reach her. The smallness of the space.
And she remembered the look on Julian's face the night she'd turned off the lights. The nervous look he'd had earlier when they rode the elevator up to her office.
Still, he had come for her.
Overwhelmed, she felt tears sting her eyes. He went through it to protect me.
As soon as he was out of the elevator car, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
Julian trembled from the force of his emotions. He was so grateful she was alive and unhurt. Picking her up, he kissed her.
"No!"
Julian released her at the same moment Rodney kicked the policeman away from him. The handcuffs dangled off one of his wrists as he grabbed the policeman's gun and aimed.
His reactions honed by battle, Julian grabbed Grace and forced her to the left as the gun went off.
Rodney's shot missed them, but was followed by two more as the older officer opened fire on Rodney.
Grace tried to pull away. Julian refused to let her.
He kept her face against his chest as he saw Rodney die. "Don't look, Grace," he whispered. "There are some memories you don't need."