She was thrown from a building, like a mere doll. She wasn't conscious, most likely drugged. She fell like a rock, and sunk into despair. He watched the evil cult grab her body. She was an innocent princess from a long-forgotten tribe. He felt sorry for her; being a native princess and not knowing much English…she was a bumper sticker for ignorance.

The cult hated her because she was the last part of the line. Her family had ruled the amazon for hundreds of years. She was the last child. Her entire family had been murdered.

He watched her walk through the city streets, unaware of those horrible people who were watching her and plotting her doom. She was so innocent and at the same time, so strong. She was quiet, and at the same time…vocal.

She had no clue what was going on…

The man was Russell Circs. He was an agent assigned to protect her. He was a part of a religious group that sought to help the Amazon tribe retain their peace.

The whole world wanted to change them…but his group wanted to save them.

The princess's name was Leanne. It wasn't a tribal name, of course…she had been given that name when she assimilated into society. She still wore a long flowing sienna colored dress that came from the tribe.

She wasn't naïve; not in the slightest bit.

They had attacked her, covering her with red blanket. They didn't want her to see who they were. He grimaced. Smart choice; she would have been able to easily show who they were.

She muttered something in her native tongue as they tried to shove her off the roof of the building. Then, he jumped halfway out of the window and caught her as she was about to fall.

She was confused when she felt his muscular arms, wrap around her tiny waist.

She yelled at him and bit him. "Ow," he yelped in pain. "What the hell was that for?"

Then the blanket fell off, and he saw her face. Beautiful was the first word that came to mind. Emerald green eyes, tan skin, and golden brown hair.

"I am sorry," she apologized. "I thought you were one of them."

He looked at her in shock. "You can speak English?"

She nodded. "Yes. It took me some time, but I was able to quickly grasp your native tongue."

He was shocked that that woman was so incredibly bright and knowledgeable. None of the natives were that well-read. But that one, she knew everything.

"I'm Leanne," she introduced herself. "I am a princess of the Amazon tribe. I come here to negotiate with your government. My people mean you no harm..."

"Well, we're not all that friendly," he explained, gesturing to the cult that had tried to kill her.

She nodded sadly. "Yes, I know. What do we do about them?" she was asking about the cult.

Russell looked out the window. There was shouting and angry chatter. The cult was wondering where their *body* went.

"We need to get out of here," he explained quietly. "They are going to search all the rooms, and if you are found in them they will kill you and the person you are with. And no offense, but I'm not ready to die yet."

She smiled. "Good plan."

They ran down the hallway, trying to avoid making too much noise. Something was wrong; something was very wrong. They were after her; they wanted her, but they weren't going to get her. She was a beautiful native and possibly the last hope for her kind. He wasn't going to let them kill her.

"Leanne," he ordered. "Come with me. We can cut to the street and avoid them entirely."

They ran down the stairs and out the front door. Thankfully, none of the cult members saw her. He was thankful…she had enough to worry about.

When they had made it to the park he took her by the hand and sat her down. "Okay, tell me about yourself," he ordered. "What's your real name?"

"I can't tell you that," she explained. "That information is mine and mine alone. Please do not make me tell you things I'm not ready to tell you, or anyone else for that matter."

She grew quiet, and he guessed it was his fault.

"I'm sorry," he apologized… "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted some information…to make an analysis…by the way…my name is Russell."

"Charmed," she answered. "I need to speak with your officials…"

"I'm sorry I can't help you with that right now."

"Why not?"

"You're being chased by a cult that wants to kill you, since when does that translate into idle chatter?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just want answers. I want to know why those people tried to kill me!"

He shrugged. "Who knows...people are very strange. There could be a whole list of reasons why they wanted to kill you, and neither of them could be right. You want a clear answer, you ask them yourself."

She laughed at the ridiculous idea, her green eyes taunted him. "Do you really think you, the rescuer, would throw me, a harmless princess out into the hands of those vile people?"

"Well for a princess you have some great language."

"I was raised for this day…to meet your people."

Her accent was more English than anything. She truly was a bright young woman.

There was something else about her, the way she talked, the way she moved…she wasn't like the other villagers. She was brighter and more physically adept to move like a normal person.

"What are you staring at?" she asked him. "You are making me uncomfortable."

He blushed at his awkward stare. "Sorry," he apologized. "I just was shocked to see a woman like you. You're not like your other people."

"Of course not," she explained. "I'm more educated and well-read. You knew that, right?"

Yes, he knew that but he wasn't expecting it…not her.

"I guess I'm surprised that…"

"I'm more intelligent than the rest of my people," she finished the sentence for him. "Don't deny, you think my people are idiots."

He was taken aback by that accusation. "No," he stammered. "I just mean…all the stereotypes we have…you don't fit into them. I was surprised, that's all."

She shook her head. "Yeah right…"

"You don't believe me?" He ruffled his black hair. His dark eyes were set on the Amazonian beauty in front of him. Russell was attractive, with his square jaw and cream-colored skin. He was a *catch*. But not to that woman…

It didn't take a genius to tell him that she thought he was an idiot. Russell came from a different upbringing than her, obviously. He grew up in an orphanage by the sea. His parents died when he was little.

He was trained to be an agent for a religious organization…but for the most part, he hated his job. He was looking for something different, something that would set him free.

And now he had found her…