The sounds of the Roma camp faded as they slid through the darkness of the forest. Though the horses whinnied for action, Logan chose to walk. He wanted to spend a little more time with her, under the spell of twilight, before ducal duty and estate obligation burdened him again. Pulling the reins of his horse, he murmured, "Come along, Gehenna, I don't want to lose you out here."
"You named your horse after Hell?" Haven's incredulous tone made him smile.
"She is as black as the pits of hell, and she was certainly one hell of a horse to tame."
She laughed. "Do tell." Her sarcastic tone, was light and filled with amusement.
"When I first purchased her, she would buck and scream when anyone got near. It took me nearly a year of persistence and stubbornness to get her accustomed enough to
