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

Still holding both of Morana’s hands, August thrust the power forward. She flew. Her bony body hit Anton hard and they both went flying. In one quick vault August was in the room with them. Two more steps and a jump and had gone over them and was at the open doorway. He turned and stared at Anton, his eyes cold. “I will still find a way to kill you, Anton. Count on it.”


Anton heard his steps echo down the hall and every racing beat of sole made the tension in Anton’s head grow. Yet another game of catch-me-if-you-can. Just what he needed.


Growling in exasperation Anton stood, shaking, desperate to release some of the anger that coursed through his blood. Without a second thought, he lifted Morana off the ground and tossed what could only be an already broken body against the wall. Demons did not wail so profoundly as what that woman could manage, Anton thought.


Chapter 89