Riven POV

I had been alive a long time long enough to forget what it felt like to be intrigued by someone. But in over two centuries, no one had captured my attention the way Lorien had.

The warmth of her hand tucked into the crook of my arm was unexpectedly grounding, a soft, human gesture that sent a ripple of something unfamiliar through me. I pulled her a little closer as we passed two women leaving the bar, their eyes flicking curiously toward us. It was still early enough that the place ...