Chapter Nineteen
Riven's POV
She barged into my room looking completely flushed, her cheeks red, her breathing uneven like she had run all the way here without stopping.
My eyes lifted from the map in my hand, and without thinking twice, I closed it and dropped it on the desk, my attention shifting fully to her.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.This little plaything was really starting to forget her place.
Interesting.
"You didn't listen to the full explanation," Lincoln said from behind her, his hand reaching for her arm as if he could still pull her back and undo whatever she had already decided to do.
Too late. The damage was already done, she was in my room already.
My gaze moved between them slowly, taking in the tension in her body, the way her shoulders were stiff, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took like she was trying to hold something back but failing at it.
