CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BREA
“I thought I might find you here.”
Brea looked up from her spot on the grass to find Finn sitting on the paddock fence, watching her with the young ponies.
“I tried to get back to work today, but Master Arturo said there was no point if I’m just leaving again in a few days. Apparently, the man knows everything.”
“He’ll outfit Loch’s unit with fresh mounts. The stables master always knows what’s going on before the rest of us do.” Finn came to sit with her while the young foals tested out their gangly legs in a wobbly game of tag. “What are their names?”
“Dawn and Dusk.” Brea smiled at their innocence. “I thought when they’re full grown, Dusk could be mine, and Dawn could be Alona’s.”
“She would love that.” Finn’s voice sounded far away. About as far away as the
