Chapter 262: Just A Guest
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?"
Soren raised an eyebrow. "On the quest about your mom?" His tone was challenging, silent, but full of that quiet power Riven dreaded—and secretly adored. Soren’s voice was smooth, but in his voice was a delicious challenge—daring Riven to slip.
Riven shifted his weight. Boots scuffed the dirt. "Yes. I tracked the style of that bracelet back to the Lion Kingdom. Their goldsmiths... they have a very specific flourish. Swirls of gold and ivory, if you know your metalwork." He forced himself to smile. Laugh. " So I ended up in their bazaar."
Soren’s gaze was enough for Riven to shiver. This was a damned interrogation! He wanted to run away!
"Really?" He said with a scoff.
"Why would I lie to you?! Anyway, I tried fighting back, he wanted me arrested, he recognised that I was Ronan’s mate..." Riven looked at Ronan, hoping Ronan would be his saviour, but nothing. He was just as interested in this story of his. Except he did not look as scary as Soren.