Riven hummed thoughtfully. Would they smell like him?
His tail flicked again.
Oh, he was so stealing at least one.
Riven strutted into the mansion like he owned the place, his bag slung over his shoulder and his head held high. He had survived the incredibly entertaining carriage ride with Troy, and now it was time for the next stage of his journey—whatever that was.
But the moment he stepped inside, he stopped.
Standing in the grand entrance were three men, and oh—oh, they were hot.
Not just good-looking. No, these men had the kind of physiques that belonged in the pages of questionable romance novels—tall, broad-shouldered, built like warriors who had probably never known what it was like to struggle with opening a jar. Their uniforms clung to their muscular forms like second skin, emphasising every hard-earned muscle.
Riven immediately approved.
