Riven made sure to keep his distance from this suspicious man. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten on the carriage, but he was too exhausted from the travel to think straight... Besides, he had three wolves protecting him.
He didn't look at Nicholas again.
And if Nicholas watched him in silence for the rest of the ride, Riven pretended not to notice.
His entire body was hot. Not the good kind of hot, either—more like I'm-about-to-drop-dead hot. His head was foggy, his chest was tight, and his skin prickled under his clothes. If he didn't know better, he'd swear he was about to come down with the flu.
It had to be Nicholas's fault somehow. He didn't know how, but he was blaming that man for this.
When the carriage rolled under the tall arch of the courtyard gate, Riven let out a breath, he was so relieved.
He shifted in his seat and tried to will his face to look normal, because there was no way he was going to let Soren see him looking half-dead and pathetic.
