Disgraced

<i>Disgrace: the condition of one fallen from grace.</i> <br><b>Damon</b> <br> The first night... I rescued her from an attack in the seedy underground of New York City. <br> The second night... She told me the first of many lies. <br> She thinks she can keep me out of her world, but she's in over her head and needs a protector. Watching her, being near her, it gives breath to something dark inside me. Something primal and forbidden. Forbidden to me. <br> Because in six months, I'll be a priest. <br> And she complicates things. <br> She thinks she'll become my disgrace. Truth is, my fall had begun the moment I'd laid eyes on her. <br><b>Lina</b> <br> He wasn't ever supposed to find me. <br> The first night... He came out of nowhere and saved my life. <br> The second night... He asked questions I can never answer. <br> He knows I have secrets but he can't ever find out what I'm hiding. No one can. And as much as I want him, I know I can't ever have him. Not really. Damon isn't mine. Not to keep, anyway. <br> And I can only afford to play for keeps.