A.F. Henley

Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

“You,” he said, pointing at August almost accusingly, “are soaked through.”


“I’m fine. And walking is good for you,” August replied. “But we should get you dried off before you catch pneumonia and we prove to Anton just how right he is about my assisting abilities.”


“God forbid,” Doren shuddered playfully. He liked the acid in August’s voice, and the new, determined expression he’d seen in the last hour even more.


He followed August down the hall, tapping August’s arm and motioning him toward the stairs just before the elevator button was pushed. They made it to the fourth level before August stopped, winded. “Why do you always take the stairs anyway?”


“You’re the one who said walking was good for you. So, walk!”


“Humph!” August breathed. “That was outside. There are no stairs there.”


Chapter 17