CHAPTER EIGHTThe main door to the castle had just closed behind the gang of men carrying the Earl away when Jasmina sped down the stairs and opened it again, just a crack, enough to look out.
To her horror she saw the Earl being lifted onto a horse held steady by one of the ruffians.
Another man was leading the animal away, cursing vilely as he slipped and slid on the icy ground beneath the freshly fallen snow.
Jasmina nearly cried out in astonishment.
The dark bearded man had mounted a large black stallion that was pulling at his tight reins, hooves trying to find a purchase on the ice.
She would have recognised that horse anywhere.
It was her Lightning!
And suddenly her memory came flooding back and she could remember it all –
The Earl almost running her over in his car, arguing
