ELENA
Blocked. I try again, and the mind link ends the same way.
“I knew he didn’t mean it,” Halo whispers sadly as he takes off his shirt, folding it on the bed. My heart aches with sadness as I stare at the tears that slide down his cheek.
“Don’t cry, my love.” I move toward him, holding his hand. He wants to go horse riding? Then fine. I can’t just sit here in pretence while my boy goes to bed with an aching heart.
After Warren had warned me to stop doing those chores, the spark that I derived from having a task to complete began to fizzle. I knew I had to do something else, something worthwhile. I had wandered into the stables one day, and somehow the neighs of the horses seemed to call me. I was enchanted by the stallions—their grace, their agility; even more so by the riders them
