He swiftly locked the door, the click of the bolt giving him some relief, no one was going to interrupt them. He might not remember at the moment that doors could always be broken down.
He leaned against the door for a moment, catching his breath.
He was no fool, he understood why Troy had been outside his room, looming like a guardian. "For your safety," he'd said. But Riven knew that wasn't the full truth.
Riven stepped further into the room, his eyes darting toward the bed. The mere thought of Soren's presence sent jolts of electricity through him, intensifying his pulse.
Soren was awake, his silhouette barely discernible in the dim light. As Riven entered the room, he felt the intensity of Soren's gaze, sharp and predatory, sending a shiver down his spine. It was as if Soren were a coiled spring, ready to pounce.
