Page 107 of Blackheart

“Why?”

“You are the first person I have met who has lived in the infamous Waywards. I host a show once a month where I discuss worldly matters. Your insight would be a nice touch.”

Riven began sparring against Lord Avan. They wore no helmets, and Lord Avan’s red curls glistened compared to Riven’s chestnut, windswept strands.

“A show for talking?” I asked to appease her, my eyes still locked on the training grounds.

Unnatural shadows clouded my vision with darkness, blocking my view. I snapped my head to her.

“Pay attention,” she said.

“I asked about your show, did I not?”

“I would like for you to come. It’s this weekend at the theater. You will need to be dressed appropriately, especially in the public eye.”

Thanks to her pestering, I had missed whatever happened between Riven and Lord Avan, as Riven was now sheathing his sword and walking away.

“I’ve had enough tea.” I said, shooting to my feet and scanning for ways he could have gone.

“You know, if you chase something, it will only continue to run.”

I would rather run than watch everything I want pass me by.

“I’ll come to your show. Now please leave me be.”

She shook her head and shrugged, and that was enough for me. I hurried across the terrace and into the fortress hallways before practically flying down the stairs. It was cool inside, the stone floors solid under my quick steps.

Out of breath, I rounded a dark corner and slammed into Riven’s chest.

He cursed, gripping me by the elbows.

“Watch where you’re walking,” I admonished, yanking my arms free.

“I could hear you making a ruckus all the way from upstairs. Yet I should watch whereI’mwalking?”

My face heated. “If my shoes are so loud, then you should havemovedout of the way.”

The corner of his lip rose ever so slightly. “Really?”

“What is this?” I asked, throwing my arms up. “What are we doing?”

“Our duties.”

“Was finger banging me in the tavern part of your duty?”

He lowered his chin and stepped closer. “Do you want me to apologize, Princess?”

No. Of course not.

I crossed my arms. “Yes. Apologize.”

Riven’s eyes darkened as he brought his mouth dangerously close to mine. “I’m sorry, Princess Elora, for pleasuring you with my hand until you sang for me.”

Attempting to hold back a smile, I cleared my throat. “I suppose I can forgive you, if you do something for me.”

He straightened his posture and surveyed our surroundings. “What’s that?”

“I want another chance at being trained.”