Riven slammed the car into park right in front of Liora’s house. The tires screeched against the asphalt, a violent punctuation to the silence that had filled the car. Liora stared at him, her eyes narrowing, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"How the hell do you know where I live?" she demanded.
She didn't wait for him to answer. Liora shoved the door open and stepped out, the cool evening air hitting her skin. She tried to put distance between them, her heels clicking rapidly on the pavement, but Riven was faster. He climbed out of the driver's seat and followed her, his pace slow and predatory, like a wolf who had already cornered its prey.
"You'd be surprised at what I know about you," he said, a grin spreading across his face. He didn't sound surprised or curious; he sounded li
