Chapter 28: Wood
Riven hummed thoughtfully. Would they smell like him?
His tail flicked again.
Oh, he was so stealing at least one.
Riven strutted into the mansion like he owned the place, his bag slung over his shoulder and his head held high. He had survived the incredibly entertaining carriage ride with Troy, and now it was time for the next stage of his journey—whatever that was.
But the moment he stepped inside, he stopped.
Standing in the grand entrance were three men, and oh—oh, they were hot.
Not just good-looking. No, these men had the kind of physiques that belonged in the pages of questionable romance novels—tall, broad-shouldered, built like warriors who had probably never known what it was like to struggle with opening a jar. Their uniforms clung to their muscular forms like second skin, emphasising every hard-earned muscle.
Riven immediately approved.
The one standing in the center, clearly the leader of the trio, had an effortless air of authority. His name had to be something regal, something annoyingly noble—like Raphael. Yeah, he looked like a Raphael. The way he carried himself screamed confidence, his powerful stance showing that he was used to being in charge.
To his right was another hunk—sharper, with a dangerous edge. His name was definitely something snappy, maybe Victor. He looked like the kind of guy who trained at sunrise just for fun and probably had an intense brooding routine before bed.
And finally, the third guy, slightly more arrogant, with an almost smirking expression—Ambrose. A man with a name like that was bound to be trouble. He had the posture of someone who believed he was the best in the room. Riven’s memories do come in handy sometimes.