Lorien POV

I smiled, feeling the tension finally ease from my shoulders as Riven brushed a kiss across the back of my hand before nodding politely to Olyssia. We parted ways in front of our rooms, his charm lingering in the air like a faint trace of magic.

The teasing had started after one of his offhand remarks about how I might taste. At first, I’d bristled, ready to be offended, but then he’d asked in all sincerity whether werewolves still hunted and ate raw animals or if we’d ...