Lorien POV

The snort that slipped out of me was anything but graceful.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the aftershock of adrenaline still snarling through my veins. Or maybe it was just the sheer absurdity of hearing Riven suggest that I was somehow related to that pompous, stuck-up queen of his. Whatever the cause, delirious laughter bubbled beneath my ribs.

“How hard did you hit the ground when we jumped out that window?” I asked, shaking my head at him.

“You jumped ...