HAZEL STYLES POV

Riven pulled back, his russet eyes flaring in surprise, then they darkened and he pulled away from me.

I watched him, my heart pounding against my ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage. Why had he pulled back? I thought he was going to kiss me.

"You should rest more. The maid will bring you your meal later," he said, turned, and walked out of the room.

I stared at him, distraught by his dismissiveness. One second, he was burning for me, and all of a sudden, he ...