Riven pulled me along with him while I constantly kept glancing over my shoulder to see if any of the brothers followed us.
Relieved that we weren't being followed, I focused on Riven and the warmth of his hand on mine.
Why was he helping me?
Many questions flooded my mind, and I didn't know where to start. We finally arrived at a room that looked like a chemistry laboratory. I watched as he shut the door, leaving the two of us alone in the room.
"Why are you helping me?"
His back was still to me, motionless for a beat. When he finally turned, a storm of emotion flickered in his eyes. He walked over to a seat. I followed, sitting across him so I was facing him.
Gently, he took my wounded hand in his, and I flinched. I'd nearly forgotten I was wounded there, all thanks to Tavian.
Without a word, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away my blood with surprising tenderness. His eyes were fixated on my hand, clearly avoiding my gaze.
"Why, Riven?" I asked quietly.
