Chapter Twenty-Three
Tyson cursed as he bent to examine his horse’s leg. After galloping through the woods, his horse threw a shoe when he tripped over a dip in the path. Tyson should have seen it coming, but he wasn’t paying attention.
Edmund slid down from his horse.
“Vérité would have jumped that on instinct.” Tyson straightened and turned away from the horse.
“No, he would have sent you tumbling off just for the pure pleasure of it.”
Tyson shook his head. Etta’s horse was more human than many actual humans Tyson had met in his life. He protected the Belaen queen with his life. And this horse was no Vérité. “This beast won’t be getting anywhere fast. We’re almost to the next village. Let’s camp here for the night and in the morning, we’ll find a new horse at one of the farms outsid
