The moment they returned to the manor, Riven was bracing himself for Eli's healing herbs. He had been coming every day, the second time was just to give him the birth control herbs, but they started becoming close friends.
From Ronan, he hoped for a warm bath, a snack, and a kiss to the forehead—he'd been brave, after all. Instead, he was promptly tossed onto the bed like a sack of flour.
He bounced with a small oomph, blinking up at the ceiling before Ronan's looming figure filled his vision.
The Alpha stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his powerful stance filled with barely restrained energy. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was tight, and his icy blue eyes were blazing—not with rage, but something more complicated. Deeper.
Riven tried to roll to the side, as if he might just burrow under the blankets and disappear, but Ronan's voice came low and sharp. He couldn't even feel the pain from his wound.
