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

Anton’s smooth voice echoed quietly through the bathroom and August struggled unsuccessfully to rise. “With the band. And him?”


Even August’s head refused to life. He rested his forehead on the cold tile, breathing through the pain in his balls.


He heard Morana say, “Send him back to the hotel,” then a huff, another one, a mumble that could have been rebuke, followed by Morana again. “Not yet. Just get a car and get him out of here. I have an odd feeling about this one, Anton. Until I know what that means, I want to watch him. You can tell Doren he partook in too much drink. Tell him August said they would meet back at the hotel.”


“No.” Morana spoke again. “Not if our plan works as expected. If the band manages to do what we’re hoping, Doren won’t even think twice about him. For that matter, if everyone does their job right, by the time Doren leaves tonight he won’t ever worry about August again.”


Chapter 45