Are you scared?” He taunted, an amused smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

I raised my chin a fraction. “No. I…just…I haven’t ridden a horse before.”

He leaned forward and patted the horse’s neck. “Prism is gentle. You have my word.”

I wasn’t worried about the horse. “And you?”

Ry shrugged, his facial expression remained shuttered. “I’d never make that a personal promise, but I will get you to a phone.

Auteur: Beth Mikell