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 lowered his head to the floor and took a breath. The sound of his own voice against the metal surface was like shards of glass in his mind. Everything had an echo. Where was Auggie? Where were the guys? Were they looking for him? Why hadn’t they found him? God, where was all the oxygen? Had they not vented the space at all?


A sharp scrape gave way to a sliver light, and a swirl of fresh air and Doren jumped up to rush for the tiny square that allowed the driver to view the back of the van. He peered out at Anton, trying to push through the hole. “Let me out. You have to let me out. Please, just let me out.”


The look on Anton’s face fed a surge of anger through Doren’s guts that was so painful he punched the wall of the van. The echo that resulted was deafening and he clutched his ears, sucking breath and trying to get a rein on emotion that had galloped out of his reach.


Chapter 87