Bounded by Moonlight

deep blue and grey that bleed together in a chaotic symphony. Except for the distant hum of the city beyond her window, the studio was quiet. On the corner of her desk were piles of bil

or simple couriers. Their expressions were blank, their movements precise as if they were trained for more than simple delivery work. "Miss Whitmore," the taller of the two said, his voice deep and impersonal. "You are requested

d about with equal parts terror and reverence. At least she was unaware of a man with whom she had no busin

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be upset with Blackwoods or her father. This must have been an error of some sort.

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could fight. But deep down, Selene knew the truth, there was no escaping the

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protection from the outside world, the space felt more like a cage than a shell. While driving, the two guys who had come for her remained silent, their demeanour

she saw well dressed business gurus inside the building wearing designer clothes and shoes, while she was with overalls and little red paint on her hair. When the doors opened as she was led inside. She was carried to the top floor in spooky silence by a sleek lift that swallowed her whole. She had never seen an offic

rned to face her, his sharp grey eyes met hers like a predator assessing its prey, and his dark hair was tousled and perfectly combed. Selene gasped for air nervously. His eyes ha

e and sat on his leather sofa and motioned her to sit across from him. "You do now." He carefully and slowly moved a folder across the coffee table in her direction. " I belie

" She muttered. "I was unaware of this." "Then he was good at keeping his secrets." Damien's voice was unreadable. "But the debt exists. And since he is no longer here to pay it, that r

erate, slow steps. He motioned behind her. She hardly had time to catch her breath and process t