He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

She is fiery, hot-headed and spontaneous. He is calm, composed and calculating. She is fire, burning every obstacle in her path. He is ice, numbing his enemies with a single glare. She is loud, not afraid of raising her voice. He is quiet, his silence speaking volumes. ******* Hazel Martin and Xavier Davis are like two opposite sides of a pole, with her fierce persona and his cold attitude. But one thing is common between them; their love and affection for their families. So what will happen when they are stuck with each other and they need each other's help in the middle of a crisis? ... Thank you @prettypink-ink for such a wonderful cover. Things are bound to get messy as their opposite worlds clash with each other.