From the castle, horns blared.
“Are you all right?” Torin asked. “I heard you screaming days ago.” He was trying to move quickly, but I could tell his gait slightly favored his right side. “What did he do to you?”
“I’m fine. You’re the one he really hates. Torin, are you limping? I can run on my own. ”
“We’ll get a horse from the paddock,” he said, ignoring my question. His gaze drifted down my body again.
I tugged the top of my dress up, trying to cover myself. I wasn’t being modest; this didn’t seem like the ideal time to distract him.
“Torin. Morgant claims you find me repulsive and slovenly, but I feel like you’re not keeping your eyes on the mission.”
“I only said that to get him to leave you alone. I didn’t want him to think we were allies. Apparently, it didn’t work.” His breathing was labored, and he held me tightly. “We’re almost there.”
I turned to see a small paddock where horses grazed surrounded by a stone fence. A cacophonous throng of crows swept over us, cawing wildly under the night sky.
“I’m not letting them get you again,” he said, almost to himself. His velvety voice was like a balm against the ravages of the last few days. “I’m getting you away from the fucking demons.”
“Awkward that I’m one of them,” I muttered.
With me in his arms, he clambered over the stone wall. For a moment, his dark eyelashes lowered, and he met my gaze. “It doesn’t appear that they agree.”
He let me down in the grass, and I grasped for the hem of my dress to slip it on—but Torin pulled it out of my hands, turning back to the horse.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“We don’t have much time.” He laid my dress over the back of a white horse, folding it. “And trust me. You will want something between you and the horse when we break into a gallop. The dress is all we have.”
He scanned the wall and grabbed a halter and lead rope that had been slung over the stone.
I hugged myself and cast a glance back at the castle, my pulse quickening. Steel glinted in the starlight. The soldiers were coming after us already.
Torin spoke to the horse in Fae and fashioned reins out of the lead rope. As if enchanted, the white mare knelt before him, folding her front legs in front of her.
“Get on,” Torin said. “Now.”
I glanced back at the castle looming over us. Dark stone towers pierced the sky, rising from twisted midnight roots, half stone and half tree, with dark boughs twining the towers and blooms of cascading red leaves. It was as if a castle had grown from the soil, and the earth was reaching up to drag it back. The enormity of it made my stomach plummet.
I slid onto the horse, straddling my own dress, and gripped her white mane. Turns out Torin was right. I really did want something between myself and the horsehair, because this was already weird and uncomfortable enough.
What was the opposite of a bucket list? Because whatever that was, “riding a horse naked” was on mine. And yet, one glance back at the oncoming soldiers told me this was not the time to worry about the method of transportation.
Torin mounted the horse behind me and slid his arm around my waist. With his free hand, he grabbed the reins .
When he spoke again in the Seelie language, the horse rose to her full height.
Torin gave a light kick, and we took off, galloping through the middle of the paddock and then leaping over the stone wall. The cool night wind whipped at my hair and my bare skin.
My heart raced as I clung to the mare’s mane for dear life. Still, Torin’s grip around my waist was like iron. And after a few moments, it started to feel exhilarating. After far too many days withering in a dungeon, it felt like I’d come to life again.
Though it was also a situation for which I would have greatly appreciated a sports bra.
Once I was certain that Torin wasn’t letting me go anywhere—that his powerful arm around me was a vise of security—I released the mane with one hand and tried to hold my boobs in place.
Gods, it felt amazing to be out here, finally free.
Horns blared from the castle, and the sound floated over the starlit kingdom. My gaze trailed over the rolling hills to our left, dotted with little stone buildings, and the flecks of warm light that beamed from their windows. In the distance, a circular fort stood on the top of a slope, bathed in silver light. And even further over the horizon, a dark mountain range stood against the sky, its peak illuminated red.
The horse sped into a line of trees. Above us, moonlight pierced the red leaves.