"Master, forgive me for being bold, but…" Riven hesitated, forcing the words out after thinking for a while. "You shouldn't delay your work now that you're done with your meal."
"And here I thought it was just in my head," Azerin set the bowl down and rose to his feet, straightening the loose bathrobe that hung open across his chest. He grabbed his trousers from the bed with a lazy hand. "Turns out you really have grown bold."
Riven clenched his teeth at his words. He wanted nothing more than to walk out, to breathe in the fresh air, where there was no Azerin. He'd been ready to leave the moment the meal was served, but instead he was stuck here to hear such sarcastic remarks.
"After all, I'm your personal assistant now." Riven kept his voice steady, even though he knew talking back was useless. He also knew he couldn't afford to look weak in front of Azerin anymore. He'd already lost face in front of him, leaking his identity as an omega.
