CHAPTER TWENTY
“Could you slow down a little?” I shouted above the wind that whipped past us.
The villa was far behind us and the barracks were coming up on our left. I now clung to the back of Ben’s seat as the world flew past in a blur of frightened horses and obscenities from their drivers.
Ben turned his head slightly to one side. “What?”
I leaned in close to his ear and raised my voice to a fever pitch. “Slow down!”
Ben immediately applied some foot power to the sorely neglected brake pedal and the world came back into focus. I dropped back into my ‘seat’ and let out a sigh.
“Are you well?” Ben asked me.
I ran my fingers through my hair and winced as my digits caught on a dozen knots. “I’ve been better.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied, and I could hear the sincerity in his words
