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

Oh, shit. Oh, goddamn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.


Doren yanked the door open and raced to the front of the car where a small form was struggling to her feet. He grabbed her arm and spun her, certain beyond belief that he would see a bloodied and ripped face, but she was, surprisingly, unharmed. “Medea?”


She looked up, eyes as large as saucers, and opened her mouth in surprise. “Doren!”


He felt down her arms, keeping his eyes on her face. Anton would kill him if he’d hurt one of the secretaries. “Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”


“No, I’m fine.” She giggled, catching his hand and holding it to her chest. “That tickles!”


Her chest felt wild under his palm: tiny, bony, almost bird-like in its fragility. “Good. I can’t believe it was you. Thank Godit was you. What are you doing all the way downtown?”


Chapter 51