Troy tugged at the tight collar of his shirt and grimaced.
"He smiles like he's already caught you," he muttered, remembering yesterday. Riven had leaned a little too close, complimented his handwriting, his handwriting, gods above, and then grinned like he knew Troy was flustered.
Imagine if his master knew that he was... Flustered because of Riven. No, he was not courting death. He shook his head.
Troy had nearly dropped his pen.
"I hate this," he said, but he was already pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment. His hand moved quickly and precisely, writing the first invitation to trouble, a notice that Riven would be attending the Moonwatch Market in three days' time, a perfectly harmless public outing.
He used his non-dominant hand so that no one knew that it was from him, his loyalty towards the Alpha was obvious. No one would believe that he betrayed Ronan, they would think he was setting a trap... Which he was.
