Riven did intend to leave. He really did.
But then he ran into Troy.
And Troy, being Troy, was too nosy for his own good.
"You're leaving?" Troy asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
"Yes," Riven huffed, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "I'm done here."
Troy raised a brow. "Didn't you just have a very good night?"
Riven scowled. "I was having a very good night, until a certain alpha bastard decided to disappear like I was some common tavern whore."
Riven was not surprised that Troy knew. He worshipped Ronan and basically knew everything about him, if there was anything that concerned Ronan, he would make it his mission to learn about it.
Troy made a face. "Well. That's rough buddy."
Riven sniffed. "Tell me about it."
Troy tilted his head, looking him over. "So. What now?"
"Now?" Riven flipped his hair over his shoulder, grinning mischievously. "I'm going to go out there and find more men. Hotter men. Better men."
