Once Riven was out of the bathroom, he felt a surge of intense feelings. He had been away from Ronan for more than ten days, and he could feel the effects of being away from his mate for this long.
In an effort to kidnap more hot men into his harem, he forgot the first member, this won't do. He needed to write a letter!
He stared down at the page, already inked with the essentials: I'm safe. The journey's going well. I've made progress. But what he hadn't written was how desperately he missed Ronan. No, it was just not the mate bond, he genuinely missed him. If only he were rich and strong enough to force all those harem members to stay in one house with him.
He missed Ronan. Not in the casual way travellers missed home, but in the way his body kept searching for something that wasn't there. He'd found himself reaching for warmth at night, only to meet empty sheets. He'd turned corners expecting a familiar presence, forgetting for a second that Ronan wasn't behind him.
