The sun had already dipped below the treetops by the time we rode through the big iron gates leading back to the manor. The sky turned soft shades of purple and pink, and the air felt cooler, carrying that fresh, earthy smell that always came with the evening. My legs felt stiff from riding all day, and my throat was a little dry from talking and listening to so many people, but honestly? I didn’t feel tired at all. My heart was too full for that.
Damon jumped down from his horse first, then reached up to help me down like he always did, his hands firm and warm around my waist. He didn’t let go even when my feet were firmly on the ground. He just stood there, holding me close for a second, his eyes searching mine like he wanted to make sure I was really okay.
“You did so well today,” he
