Chapter 63
Four horses raced across a field of roses. Madeline had never seen so many wild roses in her life. Beautiful and mysterious. Ciaran, on his white horse, led the group like a true king. In her mind, he had always been more a warrior than a king.
She’d had no idea riding a horse for the first time in her life could be this easy and fun. Zach and Tadgh seemed to manage it easy enough also. They raced as fast as the wind.
Snow-topped mountains fenced in the valley, leading them to the magnificent opening of a canyon. There was no need for Ciaran to say a word—they all knew that in front of them was the way out of the Daimon Gate.
Ciaran turned around. "Ayana and Pete will be waiting for you outside the gate. I'll be right behind you."
"Did you forget something back at the Red C
