"Oh, piss off." Daphne scowled. There was no need to be polite to her captor, and besides, the frequent falls have made her testy. That smirk on his face was also nipping at her patience. "Do you have nothing to do all day but torment me?"
"Why would I do anything else?" Atticus retorted. He shrugged. "Your escape attempts are a lot more entertaining than my minister's ideas for the ball. Please, get back on the horse. I'm looking forward to more performances. Up you go, yip yip."
And that infuriating man had the nerve to cross his arms, cocking his head expectantly after talking to her like she was a pet dog.
"Come on, get back on! Sable is waiting!"
Hearing her name, Sable turned to look at him and trotted over. Atticus broke into a handsome smile as he petted the horse, fishing out a slice of carrot from his pocket.
"Awww my dearie, did this clumsy oaf hurt you when you threw her off? Poor baby, your back must be so tired from carrying her."
