A knot tightened in my throat as I scrutinized Emiliano. The air felt charged, and I glanced around, spotting two guards stationed near the castle's main entrance. They wouldn't have seen us-our dark attire blended seamlessly with the shadows-but I knew that Emiliano's voice would summon them in a heartbeat.
"Help me," I managed to grit out, the words strained.
He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "How about a little courtesy? A 'please' might be in order."
I inhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up. "Please, help me." A broad grin split his face, and he seized my hand, pulling me behind the stables.
"Follow me," he commanded, almost dragging me along.
"Where are you taking me?" I whispered urgently, trying to keep my voice low.
"If you're stealing a horse, make sure
