Soren was supposed to head out. He had business—serious business. Like seizing all of Nicholas' properties in person to make an example out of him and scare anyone else who even thought about going against Riven. That was the plan. But then he spotted Riven lying on the ground like a ragdoll, arms sprawled, chest heaving as if he'd participated in a battle.
Soren sighed. Of course.
He bent down, scooped Riven up with one arm, and set him on a bench. Riven's ears drooped pitifully, but Soren knew he needed to do what he had to do, Nicholas had escaped, and he could not give him the chance to make a comeback. If he were wise, he would not return, but he will be prepared in case he does. He dusted off his hands and turned to leave, until Leon opened his mouth.
A few cocky words later, and Soren found himself pointing a sword at Leon's throat. Just like that. No hesitation, no pause.
