A promise  

His tone then changed to one of berating when the door closed. "You idiot! Why have you shown your face? I told you to be careful! Now it's impossible to get you out with all the guards here! What are we going to do now?!"

Lamir's voice was so loud as he berated Evie, but he might as well be invisible, for Ren's attention was only on Evie's ice-sculpted face. She was sitting on a stool by the window. His slender fingers were playing with her cup of tea.

And like always, Ren's concentration was all jumbled, thanks to her.

Pale skin as white as snow but smooth as silk and almost breakable like porcelain. Oval-shaped flawless face paired with a straight nose and thin pinkish lips.

And those eyes.

What an incredibly amazing pair of silvery eyes, almost like the moon, but it sometimes turned white with the light like the first snow of winter.

"Ren . . ." Evie was shocked at first. She thought she was merely hallucinating.