No More Hiding

Celeste was in the middle of reading a very riveting chapter of one of her cheesy romance novels.

One of the great things about having a daughter who was on the scouting team was that sometimes she could bring you back old books from before the world fell apart.

Celeste was hoping that the next time her daughter returned she would be bringing her back another volume that she wouldn't sprint through in five hours or less.

In the middle of her fantasizing, the electronic ringing of her front door interrupted her from reaching the erotic couple shower scene.

Disappointed, she carried herself to the front door with a noticeable hint of frustration in her steps.

But when she opened the door, her irritation changed into mild fear, and then slight concern.

Standing outside her door was a tall man with dark black skin and glowing violet eyes.

Resting across his back was her own daughter, Melanie.