His blue eyes were the first things that struck me, and then it was his warm hands contrasted against my coldness.

“Careful,” he muttered, helping me up after I had just slipped.

Ian Voulder, the kingdom’s heir to the throne, had just helped me. Helped!

“Thank you, I did not know you were able to show kindness,” I remarked, brushing the dirt from my skirts.

A small smirk blossomed on his face.

We were forced to work together to uncover a treasonous thief that had been stealing from the kingdom’s merchants.

I happened to be one of the best trackers, and Ian was one of the best interrogators.

I glanced at Ian’s leather black jacket and multiple daggers on his belt. He looked lethal, deadly. His dark hair blew in the wind; his dark brows assessed the area for any potential danger.

“Watch your step, Izevel,” he growled, anger slicing through his tone.

I stepped over the sharp rocks, but a scared bunny running before me scared me and I fell.

My palms stopped my fall, only to get stabbed by the razorours rocks. I cried in pain.

Warm blood seeped from my hands.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered, slightly scared Ian would be wrathful. But instead, he gently helped me move to soft moss and sat me down.

“Do not be sorry,” he said, taking out his aid kit.

So gently and softly, he wrapped my wounds, being careful not to add too much pressure.

How could Ian be so cruel and cold one minute, then warm and kind in another?

I would never understand Ian Voulder.

“That’s the second time I saved you,” he remarked, with a small smile.

“Well lucky you,” I responded.