Frost sidestepped again, pulling Thea out of Ronin’s reach. The horse’s ears lay flat against his head, teeth bared as the Prince stared at the mount before looking up at the ‘Rider.
‘Something wrong with your horse?’
‘No,’ Thea rubbed Frost’s neck, but consciously fought to relax her body. She felt the muscles beneath her thighs relax as he responded to her. ‘He’s perfect,’ she couldn’t help but smile before looking up at the Prince.
‘I know you ‘Riders are attuned to the Griffins, but do you speak horse?’ Ronin was still glaring, ‘can you tell him I need to heal you?’
‘Don’t you have an army to follow?’ She gestured to the line of riders moving swiftly ahead through the trees.
‘Once you’re healed, yes. So stop wasting my time!’
Thea stared at the man, her humour vanishing.
‘It’s
