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

Wait for it, he told himself, don’t rush it. One step as emotion softened August’s gaze…one step more while Doren says the words, two steps while August moves for Doren…And now, now, now!


Anton lunged, grappled August with one arm, lifting his other arm to shove the knife against August’s throat…and oh, Doren, you pathetic creature—with your eyes so wide and your jaw hanging open—did you really think I was going to make it that easy for you? That all you had to do was make a choice and I would slink away with my tail between my legs?


Outright fools had known better not to take him for such a simple man.


“Geoff, no,” Doren said, without turning, his eyes on Anton alone. “Stay back, don’t come any closer.”


Chapter 97