Today I introduce you to Giatore Angelo, better known as Ore. I hope you love him as much as I do. If so, be sure to check back for more updates on my work-in-progress, Prophecy of Peace.
Cocking one side of his mouth up into a crooked smile, Ore attempted to turn on his infamous charm. Here it comes, thought Ariya. At nearly seventeen and with hair the color of a ravens wing and eyes that sparkled brighter than the finest emeralds, Ore was the most sought after boy in the village. He had a knack for knowing exactly what to say and how to say it in a way that made most of the girls, and half the women, in Dena Asa swoon. His mother liked to tell a story of how he had come out of the womb with a rakish smile and a wink for the midwife. Stepping closer to Emunah, he shook his head and told her, “of course not. I was merely attempting to infiltrate the gang and bring them down from the inside.”