"I want to talk privately with Bob."
Riven narrowed his eyes at the redhead in front of him like he was trying to laser-beam the truth out of the guy.
John, the human embodiment of a brick wall, immediately hugged Bob tighter from behind like Riven was about to snatch him away and sell him for spare parts.
Riven rolled his eyes so hard he was pretty sure he saw the back of his skull. Look, I did not wake up today planning to be a Karen, but here we are. I am about to go full Karen.
"I won't hurt the guy," Riven continued, his tone flat but edged with annoyance. "I just need to discuss some things with him. And—" he gestured vaguely around them, "—not to brag, but everyone here and back in the wolf clan knows who I am, so… Do you really wanna mess with me?"
He ended it with his hands on his hips, channeling every annoyed aunt at a customer service counter.
