He's stares at me intently that I wonder if I appreciate those charming orbs hooded by long lashes fixing me like the last cake in the display. He has nice features; a clean shaved face, a flawless skin, his hair thick and black.

"Hi. I'm Kira," I tell him softly, not knowing what else to do in this kind of situation. Swooned? No, I'm not! I immediately shut my nosy subconscious who's about to spill her nonsense.

"Kira?" Malik mutters thoughtfully. "Beautiful name. What does it mean?" he asks, which takes me a little by surprise. This is a first.

"Means the throne, mistress or the ruler. Let's say ....