Ronan was quick about it. He didn't like wasting time, and when something needed to be done, he got it done efficiently.
Within minutes, he had gathered everything Riven needed—chocolate, a heating pad, and a fresh change of sheets. He even had the maids discreetly handle the mess, ensuring that Riven could remain comfortable.
And yet, despite all that efficiency, he found himself hesitating at the doorway.
Riven was curled up in the bed, looking pitiful as hell, buried under blankets with his arms wrapped around his stomach.
His tail was so sad and no longer jumping with energy. Seeing Riven like this would make anyone want to go over and take care of him. He was a little baby.
Ronan cleared his throat. "You have everything you need. I'll leave you to rest."
He turned to go.
"No!"
The whine that left Riven's lips was so undignified that Ronan actually paused mid-step. He turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder.
