Lorien POV

Riven lifted the glass to his mouth, but before he could take a sip, Auren released a low, territorial growl.

“You have quite a few admirers eager to meet you… and dance with you,” Riven said smoothly. “May I claim the first dance?” He angled his body, hand extended toward me in invitation.

My fingers curled tighter around Auren’s.

“I believe that honor belongs to me,” Auren cut in, voice polite but edged with something sharper. “Perhaps I’ll allow you a dance ...