The realisation hit Riven like a bucket of cold water early that morning. He had only one day left before he would have to return to Soren.
He lay sprawled lazily across the bed, staring up at the grand ceiling.
Ronan, as if sensing the shift in Riven's mood, had been watchful all morning. He hadn't said anything outright, but his actions gave him away, lingering touches, thoughtful glances, a careful kind of gentleness that Ronan reserved only for Riven.
Ronan intended to make the most of the time they had left.
Even though their destination today was none other than Riven's childhood home, a place steeped in bad memories and painful scars, Ronan wanted to overwrite some of that sadness. He wanted to create something new. Something Riven could carry with him when they were apart again.
And, truthfully, Ronan wasn't particularly upset about Riven leaving this time. In fact, it came at the perfect moment.
