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

David. "I’m heading in. You

gaze lingering on her as if he could watch her

her room, Danielle’s phone buzzed with

about the Miracle Healer. It’s a complex case,

swiftly across the screen. [I’m busy. No

the lab, her grandparents’

offering a blank check. Whatever the price, they’ll

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

has it her medical skills are exceptional. She’s been

grand estate shrouded in darkness, a man stood by a tall window. Dressed in black, he seemed to merge with the night itself. His eyes, sharp and cold, glinted as he read