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

He laughed through a couple of drinking games while the music pounded and Ursula mooned over him, all the while thinking that this was how it was supposed to be. This was why people got into music. This would make all the rest of the shit worthwhile. Except that within a couple of hours, Doren was sick to death of the cheap beer and the crowd. It was fun for a while, but he hadn’t really slept, and he was getting a headache. With his eyes closed, Doren laid his head against the wall and considered a quiet retreat. He was saved the decision making when Ursula slid beside him and ran her fingers through his hair. She whispered, close to his ear, “Maybe it’s time to upgrade to some champagne, hmm?”


He opened his eyes and locked them with Ursula’s. She was older than he was, probably by a few years if he had to guess it, but she had the body of a gym queen and eyes that were so captivating, so brilliantly green, they were almost cat-like.


Green eyes, his mind whispered. Just like Aug—”


Chapter 23