Chapter 11
I try again to get the unicorn to stop but he won’t. Instead he pushes harder and faster. The light of the full moon is intermittent between the clouds and the tangle of tree branches above. It’s horrifying how fast the trees whip past us, and the flutes of moonlight make the forest even more eerie. I do the only thing I can. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, force my muscles to relax, and sink into him because it’s the best way to stay on.
“Aren’t I supposed to be your queen? You’re proving to be my least loyal subject.”
He nickers with a deep, throaty voice.
My wet hair is like a cold blanket covering the length of my back, and although the rain has stopped, I struggle to keep my teeth from chattering. Steam rises from the unicorn as he gallops deeper into the wood
