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ARIELLA
When I walked down the stairs, Brayden was nowhere in sight, but there was a beautiful midnight blue cloak draped over one of the chairs with a note attached to it.
Meet me outside, Angel. I’ll be waiting.
~ Brayden
Wrapping the cloak around my shoulders, I pulled the hood over my head and took a deep breath. Here we go. I opened the front door to find Brayden with his back to me, tightening the straps of my saddle to Lennox’s back. Lennox whinnied when he saw me and Brayden immediately turned around, his gaze widening as he took me in.
“Ariella,” he murmured, “you are so beautiful.”
He never took his heated eyes off of me as I walked down the steps toward him. He helped me up onto my white stallion and then mounted his own horse, which happened to be an exquisite black m
