"These are cosmetic contacts. Black ones. They can hide your different-colored eyes."
Ronan Kendrick turned his head to look at Evelyn Ford. His expression was calm, but he radiated an immense pressure.
"I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought you might need them."
Evelyn Ford brushed the loose snow off her clothes and took out a trekking pole and a compass.
"Which way do you want to go?" Evelyn already had an idea, but she decided to ask for Ronan's opinion anyway.
"North."
Evelyn was a little surprised. "You want to go to the base?"
He nodded, his gaze deep and dark. "Is there a reason I can't?"
"I just think it'll be dangerous for you."
"It's not certain whether I'll be in danger, but you definitely will be."
Before Evelyn could even react, a gust of cold wind blew past, knocking her flat on her back.
Ronan Kendrick just calmly watched her fall, then pulled her back up.
Evelyn… 'This is a little awkward.'
