Jostein's nostrils flared as he flattened his ears, his teeth bared in a warning that sent shivers down Jessamyn's spine. The powerful horse, usually calm and obedient, was now a storm of fury, his muscles tensing as if ready to launch at the woman standing before him.
Jessamyn could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hooves stamping the ground in impatience, the sound echoing ominously in the still air. It was as though Jostein could sense the malice seething from Imogen, and it made him dangerous, unpredictable. His eyes, usually so gentle, were wild with protective rage, focused solely on Imogen, as if he knew she was a threat.
