When the door slammed open, Riven nearly jumped out of his skin.
He turned so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. His mind immediately leapt to the worst possible scenario—Soren. Coming back early. Catching Leon here. Or worse, dragging him off in that cold-blooded, no-nonsense way of his.
But it wasn't Soren. It was just some guy. Now that Riven thought about it, he never bothered to get to know anyone except the male leads. He should really make some friends.
His eyes landed on Riven, scanned him up and down, and then the tension visibly melted off his shoulders like snow under sunlight.
"Riven-" Thank god he was alive and well!
Riven blinked. "In the flesh. And you are?" Who was this man?
The man gave a short bow. "Master sent me. He asked me to check if you were home. He was… Worried."
"Worried?" Riven repeated. Soren? Worried? "Wait, what? Worried about me?"
