Chapter Sixteen
“You can let me have my horse back. I won’t run again.” Brea slumped in the saddle in front of Lochlan. She’d banked on being better on a horse than Lochlan’s men when she made a run for it. She hadn’t had a plan beyond not going to the Eldur palace.
She also hadn’t banked on Lochlan being the one to catch her. Of course he came crashing down on her like a blond fae-god riding Secretariat.
“You’ve proven I can’t trust you. So, you will ride with me to the Eldur palace. You will sleep in my tent, eat my food, and remain in my sight at all times until I hand you over to the queen.”
“Would you like me to wipe your butt while I’m at it?”
“That won’t be necessary, unless you try to escape again. You would do well not to push me human-girl.”
“The Loch-to-Brea translation th
