As Ravina rode Darcy beside Malachi, she couldn't help but admire him. She had always liked horses but had forced herself to stay away after the painful loss of her mare that she still avoided remembering in detail even if it forced its way into her mind.
She was scared. She couldn't deny it. To get so close that she even gave it a name, frightened her. A name she liked very much.
She looked over at Malachi, "shall we race?" She asked him.
He smirked, raising a brow. "You might own a stallion but you are underestimating my queen."
"Oh, I am not." She drawled, referring to herself as his queen.
His eyes narrowed and darkened, causing something to flutter in her low in her stomach.
"We have rules here when it comes to challenges. I am sure you know."
"Hmm... So you want something if you win?"
"Of course."
