“Careful, he bites. Like his master.”
Is that a joke? If it is, it’s completely out of place, and I hope the wary look I shoot him makes it clear I find it anything but funny. Not coming from a vampire who can shatter minds and reduce people to dust.
I approach the other horse, which is the opposite of his—pure white. I do the same, letting it sniff me, and I can’t help but laugh when it tickles my palm with its muzzle. I don’t realize we’ve fallen into a long silence until I raise my face and find him looking at me with those piercing blue eyes. He notices too and breaks the connection immediately.
“Mount up,” he orders.
I step closer, grabbing the saddle as best I can and try to get on. I’m too small for this big, burly horse. My leg barely reaches the stirrup to push myself up. Blus
