Riven could not continue teasing Xavier as the carriage slowed and stopped at the gates of the estate. He clicked his tongue. So soon? He had been enjoying Xavier's scar-stiff glare far too much to let it end here.
"Open the door," Xavier said, voice sharp and commanding, like a man used to being obeyed.
Riven tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh? Ordering me now?"
Xavier didn't even blink. "No. It was merely… A suggestion."
Riven was already opening his mouth to retort when—
Clack!
Bob sprang forward like a desperate man spotting the exit sign in a burning building and shoved the door open himself.
"I'll do it!" Bob announced too loudly, stumbling down the steps. He straightened his shirt as if he'd just done everyone a grand favour. Really, he just needed air. The carriage had felt like the longest ride he had ever been on, and he took on night shifts when he was a truck driver that lasted more than ten hours!
