Riven protested for a while, but when he sensed there was no way out, he finally stopped struggling. He felt as if his pride was being crushed again, but his body gave in. The grip on his wrist was so sharp that he thought the bone might break, and his old injuries were flaring up.
"Master." Soren knocked at the door once, and then dragged Riven inside. He shoved him forward without care.
Riven hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Ah!" he hissed, clutching his wrist, pain shooting straight up his arm to his whole body. "What the hell is wrong with you!" His voice cracked in pain, but his eyes didn't even move toward Soren. They were locked on the man standing in front of him, Azerin.
Azerin, who stood coldly and still, watching him with the frost in his eyes.
Riven glared up at him, his chest heaved up and down as he was so mad that he wanted to run away.
Soren had pushed him too close. He had fallen right at Azerin's feet.
