Travis's POV

　　"You're really damn persistent aren't you?" I asked the woman, my eyes on her hand which gripped my arm to a halt "Grabbing your King, that's an offence you know,"

　　I watched as she released her grip and took a step backwards "I'm sorry," she said immediately "I don't know what came over me, I'm just desperate for help,"

　　"What's your name?" I asked, brushing down the arm of my leather jacket "Before I ask you for coffee, I should at least ...