Soren's smile twisted—dangerous, teasing, and yes, a little possessive. He stepped closer, folding his arms, eyes glinting with curiosity. "Won't you tell us what happened between you and that lion?"
Riven froze. His tail flickered, his ears twitched like a startled fawn. He hadn't expected Soren to pry so boldly, right in the middle of the camp after the ceasefire, with embers still warm on the battlefield. There was no hiding now, not that he'd ever really tried. But Soren's teasing tone made it feel like a trap.
He was not teasing no, he was trying to contain himself. His eyes were dark, questioning, coaxing—and utterly possessive. Riven's heart hammered against his ribs.
He cleared his throat and shot Soren a helpless shrug. "Well… On my quest to find out more about—my mom—it just… Happened, I guess?"
