Ivory White

She showed up at the bar, completely out of place. Wide blue eyes scouring every corner, searching the shadows like she expected them to swallow her whole.I thought her kind of beauty only existed in storybooks, but then she opened her mouth. Frankly, it ruined her face.Aloof, unfriendly, insulting.So yeah I stood there and watched her get arrested, didn't lift a single finger to help. Didn't feel one ounce of guilt as she got hauled away in cuffs.Then she calls. Uses the number I scrawled on a napkin and stuffed into her pocket while I was still enchanted by her beauty.I scoff.She whispers my name.And now she's on our couch. The five of us staring down at her like we'd never seen a girl. To be fair, they don't make them like her in the Grimms.When she opens her eyes I remember why I let her get arrested. Maddening, ridiculous, completely helpless.It's no wonder someone wants her dead.But the more entangled I get with Ivory, the more I realize she's more than I thought. So much more that my flatlined, cold heart starts to revive.Suddenly it doesn't matter I'm a thief and she's a princess. All that matters is keeping her alive.