Not A Small-Town Girl

Danielle, unprepared, tumbled into David’s chest.

David reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around her. She was soft and warm, and for a moment, he just held her there, reluctant to let go.

"My apologies, Mr. Charrington, Miss Darling!" Nathan called, sounding overly repentant.

David shot him a look. "Drive carefully."

Then he glanced down at Danielle, his tone softer. "Are you alright?" His gaze was steady, his eyes dark and intense, like the night sky scattered with stars.

Danielle felt her cheeks heat under his stare. Her heart raced. "I’m fine," she muttered, sitting upright as quickly as she could.

The rest of the drive passed in silence, though the air between them felt charged.

"Mr. Charrington, we’re

out of the car, turning to David. "I’m heading

his gaze lingering on her as if he

phone buzzed with a

Miracle Healer. It’s a complex case, and they’re desperate for

across the screen. [I’m busy.

plate-work at the lab, her grandparents’ health-it all

offering a blank check. Whatever the

quick shower, she slid into bed and let sleep take her. In a shadowy

the Darling family’s eldest daughter has been found. Rumor has it her medical

by a tall window. Dressed in black, he seemed to merge with the night itself. His eyes, sharp and cold,