"Promise me." She whispered, breathless. I cut her off with my lips, I kissed her jawline, down her throat, gently sucking her neck. She moaned, her hands digging into my back. "Promise you what, mon ange?" I replied, just as breathless, returning my attention to her neck. "Promise me-" She tilted her head back and sighed as I nipped at her skin. "Promise me that no one will ever know." I kissed my way back up her throat, pausing on her lips. "The night will only know, the stars and us will hold this secret forever." I whispered into her mouth, and with those words, I had sealed our fate. ____________________ Sixteen year old Gustave knows next to nothing of his mother's and his real father's story. Six years after his mother's death, he confronts his father. Realizing that his son will learn one day whether from him or not, Erik decides to the the truth of the mystery that shrouds Gustave's world. His father's tale will take him through the depths of Persia, to the dark catacombs beneath an Opera House, and to the seat of sweet music's throne. Gustave will finally learn the truth that the only the night had known. _____________________________________