It was yet another boring party. Being the child of a political figure, you were often forced to attend danced and dinners with your father. Ryker, your bodyguard, was there too. You could never go anywhere without him.

As you do at any of these parties, you stood off to the side, bored and lonely. Well, that was until you felt someone’s arm wrap around you waist and pull you on to the dance floor. It was Ryker!?

“Don’t ask questions, just dance.”

He was quiet, and only you heard.