She had to clap her hand over her mouth to stifle her noise of disbelief. She settled for a silent rolling of her eyes. “Again, men in pointy hats with delusions of grandeur. I’m sure they think they have magic as well—wait.” She looked at him in surprise. “Someone from Beinn òrain is taking my horse?”
“I believe has taken is closer to the mark.”
She cursed quietly. “What will I do now? I know I don’t own him, but I’ve known him since he was a foal. Any bad manners he has, I taught to him!”
“I knew it,” Damion said, smiling at her briefly. “As far as horses go, I think he’s a good one.”
“He’s peerless,” she said. She stood up. “We must stop that man from taking him.”
Damion caught her by the arm. “What if we could escape Sàraichte and fetch your horse with one perilous, dangerous j
