Riven lay on the cool sheets of the guest room, his mind racing far more than his body could. The manor's silence felt oppressive. He absolutely hated sleeping on his own. Before coming into this story, he forced to, but since then he never had to sleep alone ever... That was until now.
He stared at the ceiling, tracing the intricate patterns with his eyes, but his thoughts were far from settled. He had wanted to avoid Soren and Ronan. He could not deal with that right now. He was just annoyed... Annoyed with the situation. He knew nothing good would come out of him getting angry, so he went to his room to calm down.
But as he tossed and turned, an unsettling feeling began to build within him. It was a burning sensation, raw and urgent, that spread through his body like wildfire. He groaned and turned over again, but there was no escape.
