by Kim Harrison
Page 4
Chapter Four
If I were to die and come back as a horse, I'd want to be a horse in Trent's stables. The stalls were large, the hay sweet smelling, and the layout set to funnel the wind from the pasture right through it all to create the sensation of an open pavilion. Tucking a strand of hair back under my hat, I gave Molly a pat, running my hand down her side to feel the swallow of air she'd taken in to inflate herself so the saddle wouldn't be so binding. I'd have to walk her until she released it before I tightened the cinch a final time.
"Molly, you're a sweet horse, but predictable," I said as I turned her around in the expansive box stall and walked her into the corridor. Around me were contented snuffs, grindings, and flicking of ears and tails. We weren't in the wing where Trent kept his racehorses. No, these were the animals he kept for the Hunt, and they were far more intelligent and levelheaded.
My boots were silent on the sawdust as I headed for the north paddock. In the background was Ceri's high, serious voice going over our route with the stable manager. As soon as Jenks got back with Trent and Ray, we'd be taking the river path where we could stay in the shelter of the old-growth forest.
The late-morning sun was high and it was unusually hot outside, but the upper housing units caught most of the rays to leave the open stables cool. I couldn't help but be reminded of camp-though I didn't recall a lot of it, I did remember the stables. My endurance had been nil then, and the horses had made me feel strong. Though seemingly sure of himself, Trent had been anything but-until I told him to stop letting Lee bully him and stand up for himself. They found Lee in the camp well three days later. Maybe Trent listened to me more than I thought.
My faint caffeine headache was finally easing, and I grabbed my to-go cup for the last swallows. It had gone cold, and tossing the empty cup in the trash barrel, I came out blinking into the sun, Molly clopping behind me. Seeing Quen already there with Lucy waiting for us, I smiled.
Quen was standing sideways with Lucy on his hip, making a striking statement in his black-and-green riding clothes. A big gray horse hung his huge head over Quen's shoulder, snuffing at Lucy's bonnet. The little girl was sweet in her white riding outfit, the picture of privilege as her chubby hands reached up to the unfamiliar brim. Her expression was pinched in annoyance as she tried to pull it off so as to see it. The little girl had Trent's looks and Ellasbeth's attitude, and when the curious horse blew out his breath, the little girl squealed, reaching for his floppy lips.
"You need your hat today, Lucy," Quen said, moving before Lucy could get a grip on the horse. "We don't want to have to ask Aunt Rachel to spell your sunburn away. "
Aunt Rachel. I liked that, and squinting despite my hat, I ambled forward with Molly. "I would, you know," I said, touching Lucy's soft-soled shoe and beaming at the little girl now shouting out nonsense, just to hear herself talk. "Even if it took a curse to do it. " My gaze lifted to Quen's. "Shouldn't they be back by now?"
Quen peered at the height of the sun. "Give or take a few. Here," he said, holding Lucy out to me. "Your cinch is loose. "
"I know," I said, then dropped Molly's reins as I found myself suddenly holding a squishy, surprisingly heavy small person. She smelled like snickerdoodles, and I laughed when she wiggled, almost jumping in my arms. "I was going to walk her to get her to exhale first," I said, scrambling to get my hat's strap out of Lucy's mouth.
"She let go already. " Head lowered, Quen eased the cinch up a notch. Molly flicked an ear, sighing. He gave her a pat and reached for Lucy, now patting my neck where my tattoo was. Realizing she was trying to say flower, I grinned. She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.
"They're just over the hill," Quen said as he took her back, his smile making his few wrinkles fold in and hide his pox scars. "Evaluating the three-year-olds practicing the gate. "
"Oh. " I didn't really know exactly what he meant, but I could guess.
"He's quite good at reading them," Quen was saying as I gazed over the nearby hill. "He's like his father there. " Quen turned to the hill expectantly at the soft rumble of hooves. "Kal was extraordinary on a horse. He had a knack for knowing what it was thinking and countering it with just the right amount of force. "
I looked up from playing peekaboo with Lucy, and Quen seemed to straighten. "That's him now," he said softly, then turned to the stables. "Ceri? He's back!"
My eyebrows rose at the informal hail, but being around horses tended to do that to a person. Big horses with jockeys looking like children on their backs were coming over the hill in pairs, high-stepping and sending up puffs of dust from the soft path. I didn't see Trent yet, but clearly practice was done.
The clop of hooves turned me around. Ceri was beaming as she looked up from adjusting her boot, the sun glowing in her hair caught back in a veil/hat kind of thing. She was utterly beautiful in her proper English riding outfit, sitting atop her horse with a happy air about her. Green eyes squinting, she was both breathless in anticipation and relaxed in the saddle. The voices of the jockeys became louder, and her mount backed up, nervous as the adjacent paddock filled with an aggressive energy.
"Do you have Lucy, love?" she asked Quen as she calmed her horse, and the older, pox-scarred man looked down at the little girl. His own mount didn't care about the spirited stallions and feisty mares, calmly twitching an ear at them.
"Down," Lucy whined, twisting until she could reach her hat. "Down. Down!"
"I'll take her," Ceri demanded, but Quen only smiled a private smile and handed her to me instead. It was then that Jenks showed up, and I almost dropped the little girl when Lucy squealed, reaching for the little funny man with wings who managed to stay just out of her reach.
"Jeez, Jenks!" I exclaimed, scrambling for a hold as the little girl wiggled. "If she ever gets a hold on you, I'm going to sell tickets. Back up, will you?"
"Awww, she won't hurt me," he said, but he hovered unmoving until I could hand the slightly squishy Lucy up to her mom. Or Ceri. Or whatever. Technically speaking, Lucy and Ray didn't share a drop of common blood, and the only thing that linked them were their perfect, uncropped, and somewhat pointy ears. But still.
Ceri was cooing over Lucy, adjusting her bonnet as I checked the cinch again and swung myself up. Immediately I felt taller as Molly took three steps to the gate before I pulled her back. Last-minute details were being sorted out as Ceri settled Lucy before her and talked to the stable manager-diaper bag, water, sunscreen, phones checked for a proper charge-but it was Trent my attention was on.
He had come in last with Ray sitting in front of him, and he was accompanied by a heavy, small man on a sedate quarter horse. Quite simply, Trent looked amazing on Tulpa, the same horse I remembered from camp. The tall black would be ancient by now, but being Trent's familiar had extended his life span, sort of a capacitor for high-voltage magic as well as allowing Trent to reach a ley line when surrounded by water.
His back to me, Trent discussed something with his manager. Seeing him there, Ray sitting before him, the picture of wealth and privilege, I felt something catch in me. It wasn't just that he looked good but that he was comfortable, at peace without the mask of perfection that he felt he needed everywhere else.
Molly flicked an ear at Jenks, and the pixy landed right between them. "Yeah, the elf looks good on a horse," he said dryly. "But he's mean to them. "
My gaze jerked from Trent to Jenks. "Mean?"
Jenks nodded, using his heel to scratch Molly between her ears. "Mind games. Remind me not to piss him off. He's good at them. Little cookie maker. "
I took a breath to ask him to explain, but he darted off to Lucy. The little girl was calling to him, shrieking at the top of her lungs for "Inks! Inks!" Ceri was looking harried, and I wondered how long it would be until she gave her back to Quen.
"Mind games?" I breathed, and T
rent looked up as if hearing me across the distance.
His eyes met mine briefly in acknowledgment, then went back to the manager. "No, I want her across from Managed Detail, not out of his sight," he was saying, gesturing to a stable hand. "Where he goes, she goes three steps behind. We made progress, but it will mean nothing if she thinks the rules apply only on the track. "
The stable hand lugged a bucket of water out, and Tulpa nosed him before dropping his head and sucking it in.
"I want Red right across from Managed Detail in a box stall," Trent said, his eyes again flicking to me. "He is to be lavished with attention for at least an hour starting now, and then special treats on the hour until sunset. I want her so frustrated and jealous that she does exactly what Ben tells her next time. "
Mind games . . .
"Yes, sir," the manager said, squinting up at him, and we all looked at a fiery-tempered horse only now coming into the paddock. She was high stepping and beautiful, her jockey needing every ounce of his attention to keep her in bounds. Frustrated? I'd say she was that already. It was obvious to me she was pissed she'd been held back when everyone else got to go back to the stables.
The wailing of an ambulance drew my attention to the nearby service road, and everything became more serious. Seeing it, the manager sighed. "She's not a bad horse, sir. "
"She's magnificent. " Trent frowned as Red squealed and snapped at the horse next to her. "But if she doesn't learn that playing with others is more fun than playing alone, we will be the only two to know it. "
"Trenton . . . " Ceri cajoled, a hand to her eyes. "The sun is getting hot, and the girls will be napping before we get to the woods. "
Trent raised his hand acknowledging her, then turned back to his manager. "We're done with practice. Tomorrow take her and Managed Detail on a ride and let them go. He has more endurance and can bring her to exhaustion. She'll gate next time. " Pulling Tulpa together, he angled to the gate between the two paddocks. A stable hand ran to open it. Turning, Trent looked over his shoulder. "Treats every hour!" he reminded him. "Don't forget. And I want a call as soon as you know how Ben's collarbone is. "
The manager jotted a note on his clipboard. "Yes, sir. "
"And keep her away from everyone else. I want Managed Detail her best frenemy. "
The older man smiled. "Yes, sir. Enjoy your ride. "
Molly barely moved an ear as Trent rode up, but my heart gave a thump. Blinking, I looked away, pretending to fix my boot but taking sideways glances at him. Damn, he looked good, his trim physique-usually only hinted at underneath a suit-defined and definite in the jeans and button shirt he had on. I think normally he would be in full English garb but he had dressed down either for gate practice or me. I didn't mind. I rather liked seeing that wisp of chest hair and his muscles moving behind his shirtsleeves. Ray looked sweet beyond description in her sturdy pale green riding dress complete with white leggings, soft boots, and matching hat, happily playing with the bells woven into Tulpa's mane. Seeing her there only layered "paternal" over everything and hit just about every button I had. No. Working for Trent would be a mistake. A big mistake.
"Ready?" he said, the sun and wind in his hair, and Jenks snorted, rising up from Lucy and making the little girl whine.
"Rather," Ceri said as she nudged her horse into motion toward the far gate. A hand waited to open it for us. "Red is not suited for the track, dear. Why do you insist on tormenting that animal?"
Waiting for Quen to go first, Trent smiled. "You have to admit my methods have good results. "
"Yes, but why?" Ceri insisted, her hand gentle on the reins as she angled her horse closer to me. "Let Red be who she is. She's better tempered to the Hunt and will make a magnificent courser. "
Trent turned in the saddle to look behind him at the stables. "That mare is going to break women's hearts and men's fortunes, Ceri. I want the world to know her name. She will never be forgotten. "
Confused, I turned to Quen. "Red?"
The man brought his eyes back from the edge of the woods where he'd been scanning, always on alert. "Her papered name is Kalamack's Sunrise Surprise. But we call her Red. "
Really. I looked at Trent, his horse predictably out front. "Because of her color? That's original. "
Quen leaned closer with a creak of leather. "No, her attitude. Red zone? Danger? We'd put a red collar on her if everyone didn't know to look out for her already. She bit Trent three hours after she was foaled. "
Passing through the gate to open field, Trent looked at his hand ruefully, clearly having heard us. "Oh," I said softly, and Jenks snickered, coming to a landing on my saddle horn. Dropping down, he sat cross-legged, his wings glinting and his head drooping in the hot sun.
With a soft clicking, Ceri encouraged her horse to come even with Trent's and we went two by two. We were almost to the woods, and I was eager for the shade. "There's nothing wrong with anonymity if one is the best at their art," Ceri insisted. "The horse is a born hunter. Let her be. "
They rode side by side, the girls they shared between them reaching out to touch each other. "If she doesn't gate tomorrow, I will let her be," Trent said, reaching across the space to kiss the top of Ceri's hand in a formal acquiescence.
Seeing them there, I glanced at Quen. His eyes were tired, but the only other emotion I saw was a fond pleasure that both Ceri and Trent were happy in their familiar but platonic relationship. He was secure in his love for Ceri, and it was obvious that though Ceri liked Trent, her heart belonged to the older man. Somehow it all worked. But even though the girls and their past bound them all together, I was dogged by the feeling that though Trent was a part of this, he would forever be somewhat . . . sidelined. His future demanded so much of him that love was a luxury his fortune couldn't buy.
And it bothered me, because I thought he not only knew it but accepted it as normal.
Smiling with the surety of the devil, Ceri drew her hand from Trent. "I would have a private world with Rachel, Trenton. "
Jenks opened an eye, and I felt a sliver of concern at her soft confidence. Private word? About what? What had I done now?
"Just girl talk," she added, but her tone concerned me. She had something on her mind.
"Of course. " Trent nudged Tulpa into a faster pace as Ceri drew her mount in.
I glanced at Quen, worried when his brow pinched. Refusing to look at me, he nudged his horse ahead. Jenks flew up, saying, "You're on your own," before he darted off to join the elves.
"I haven't done anything," I muttered, grimacing at his chiming laughter floating back.
Sighing, I looked over at Ceri, seeing the faint blush of anger on her as we slipped under the welcoming shade of the woods. The path was steep, and we said nothing as the horses scrambled up. Lucy was still in Ceri's lap, and the little girl was struggling to stay awake. Ahead of us, Trent and Quen rode with soft masculine murmurs drifting between them. Maybe her flush had only been from the sun.
"Lucy looks sweet today," I said, and her grip on the reins tightened. Nope. Guess not.
"Quen told me you refused to help keep Trenton safe," she said, coming right out with it.
My breath caught, and then I exhaled. Yeah, I probably owed her an explanation. "Trent doesn't need me to babysit him," I said, voice low. "And I won't insult him by doing so. "
Her eyes widened. "Insult him? Rachel, we are teetering on the brink of extinction and you're worried that extra security will insult him?"
Lucy shouted, her voice echoing against the underside of the canopy as she mirrored Ceri's outburst. Wincing, I begged her with my eyes to lower her voice.
"His actions impact our entire species," Ceri said.
"Yes, but-"
"They're all looking to him now. Reclaiming Lucy solidified his standing. If he dies, it will be the Withons who chart the next fifty years, and they'd have us hiding in closets and cropping our ears again!"
I couldn't ev
en catch her eye. I think Quen was laughing, the bastard.
"We can't survive another five decades hiding. We must come out, and Trenton needs protection. You think the vampires are happy about this?"
"No," I managed to get in.
"You think anyone is? You are a demon!" she shouted, and I flinched, looking up the path where Trent and Quen plodded along. Jenks rose up amid a sparking of gold dust and darted off at surveillance height, but thankfully no one turned around. "You are a day-walking demon, and as such you are the best person possible, save Quen, for keeping him alive! We all have our tasks, and what we want needs to be set aside to meet them. Why are you being so selfish?"
Selfish? I grimaced when Trent glanced back to make sure we were okay. I knew her anger was a mix of worry for Trent and her ironclad upbringing that personal desire was a distant second to political need, but seeing her spouting off when she had her happy ending, and Trent was being asked to sacrifice what he wanted for everyone else, rankled. "You just got done telling Trent to let Red be who she is," I said, allowing a hint of my own anger to show. "And now you're saying everyone should be what some big plan dictates?"
She was flushed, but I knew she enjoyed our shouting matches since I was the only one who would yell back at her. And if I was honest, I'd admit I enjoyed them, too. "Red is a horse, Rachel," she said pointedly. "Trent is poised to lead an entire society. He has healthy children, political and monetary advantage. Everyone from the vampires to the humans would like to see the elves die out. He needs protection. I don't care if he's insulted. A martyr won't save our species. "
"I understand that," I said, knowing she wasn't angry at me, but that outside forces were threatening the one spot of peace in her long, heartbreaking life.
"Then why won't you do it?" she asked, her horse prancing because of her tension.
"I don't know what I want, Ceri!"
Ceri hesitated, and then her eyes widened. Sitting atop my horse, I went hot. I don't know what I want? Had I really just shouted that?
"What you want . . . " Ceri echoed, the clops of the horses silent beneath us. "By the Goddess, you like him! Mother pus bucket, when did that happen!"
Hearing Al's cuss phrase come out of her was a shock, and flustered, I scrambled for something to say. "Uh . . . " I hedged, praying that neither Quen nor Trent turned around. "I think somewhere between him slugging Eloy and pie. But it doesn't change anything. "
"It changes everything," she said, her upright stance returning as she thought the possibilities over. All for the state, yes, but she was a romantic at heart, and I could see where she was going. Damn it, she was thinking again. I had to stop this, and stop it now.
"Ceri, look at me," I pleaded. "I've had four relationships in two years. One was a thief, one died as a political gift, one walked away because I was shunned, and the last is a slave in the ever-after. I know you think this is perfect, but I come with a lot of baggage, and it would be a mistake to work for him. " I looked up, seeing the concern on her face as deep as her excitement had been. "He'd end up dead because of me, and you know it. "
A wisp of pity showed in her eyes as she set Lucy's bonnet straight. "Maybe you're right. "
It was what I wanted to hear, but it kind of hurt.
"It's simply that Trent is so important," she said, voice wistful as she stared into space. "I know he feels he can ward off any attack, but he needs to set his pride aside. He's more than he ever was, more than just himself. "
There was a lump in my throat, and I wasn't sure why. Yes, Trent had always been more than just himself. But that wasn't what he wanted to be. I knew how that felt.
The flash of Jenks's dust over Quen and Trent caught my attention, and I wasn't surprised when both of them pulled their mounts up short. Concern pushed out everything else when Quen's horse nickered, feeling the tension of his rider. Trent was gazing into the canopy, and both Ceri and I urged our horses into a faster pace to catch up.
"There's something in the woods," the pixy said as we joined them, and a chill dropped down my spine. "The birds are agitated, and the small mammals are hiding. "
Ceri held Lucy closer. "Quen?" she questioned, and he shook his head, clearly at a loss as he scanned the trees. I shivered, and the sun-dappled shadows became fraught with doubt. Reaching out, I tapped a line, filling my chi and then spindling enough energy in my head to make a circle around all of us.
"It's probably just Nick," I said, but Molly had felt my tension and was now stomping.
Immediately Ceri seemed to lose her concern. "The slimy little worm," she said sourly. "Quen, call security to dispatch him immediately. The thought of him here makes me ill. "
"Ah . . . I talked to Al last night about Nick," I started.
Trent bobbed his head as if not surprised, but Quen turned in the saddle to face me straight on, an accusing look in his eyes. "And?"
"See, I was going to tell you all at once," I said, fidgeting with Molly's reins. Jenks had darted away, and both girls were wiggling to find him. "Ku'Sox owns him. Won him in a bet. "
Tulpa pranced in place, giving away Trent's tension. "I wondered," he said softly, eyes on the canopy. "Nick gained the labs once. He could do it again. I know for a fact it isn't HAPA. Damn. He's making demons. "
I didn't often hear Trent swear, and I nodded uneasily. "That's what I think, too," I said quietly. "In twenty years Ku'Sox will have at least eight day-walking demons who look to him for their very survival. "
Quen glanced at Trent, and Trent nodded. "It's up to twelve now," Trent said, and Quen took Ray from him, the little girl settling in before her birth father with a serious air about her. "This is what I was afraid of. Ceri, I'm sorry but we are cutting our ride short. "
"Trenton," she protested.
"You and Quen head back to the stables with the girls. If Nick is here, Rachel and I will draw him out. I'm the one he's after. I'm the only one who can make the cure permanent. "
Ceri began turning her horse around, but Quen was unmoving, his horse blocking the path ahead of us. "It's not your place to draw out danger, Sa'han. "
I, too, wasn't keen on this plan, but for another reason. "Ah, I don't think the cure is what Ku'Sox wants. "
Trent pulled Tulpa up short, the black snorting at the rough motion. "If Ku'Sox didn't want the cure, Nick wouldn't be in the woods," he said, words clipped. "And yes, it's my place to draw out danger, just as it's Rachel's expertise to crush it. " He looked at me. "We will continue on. "
Oh, I was all for crushing danger, but this was moving too fast. Maybe I'd picked up more of Ivy's cautious planning than I'd thought. "Jenks!" I shouted, and got a wing chirp back.
"Quen, it's only Nick," Ceri said, clearly wanting to get the girls out of the woods and possible danger.
But still Quen stood there. "This is an ill-conceived plan. We don't know if it's Nick. What if it's someone else?"
The corner of Trent's eye twitched, and he looked irate as Tulpa trotted in place under him. "You don't trust Rachel's skills?" he said, and I winced. "You went behind my back to buy them, Quen. " Clearly angry, he added in a softer voice, "I can't risk any of you. Go. Let me do my job. Rachel?"
Easing up on his hold on Tulpa, he let the horse bolt. Quen jerked his horse back from following, his expression as angry and dark as I'd ever seen it. Before him, Ray was silent, but Lucy was wailing her distress. Shrugging, I gave Molly a nudge.
I glanced behind us to see Quen turning his horse back to the stables, Ceri sitting tall in her saddle with Lucy, waiting for her love to join her. I agreed with Trent. They had a perfect life, a perfect love when they'd both resigned themselves to having neither. It needed to be protected.
Trent was silent when I joined him, and we continued on. My shoulders were tense, and I listened to the wind in the tops of the trees, their new leaves pale green and rustling. Jenks was up there somewhere. He had my back. The silence stretched, and I glanced at Trent
. His jaw was tight, and the sun caught his hair in a come-and-go fashion. Something other than Nick was on his mind, his fierce determination reminding me of his satisfaction when he turned that HAPA member into a deformed, twisted mockery of a demon. Here, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky . . .
Tulpa was a larger horse, and he was stepping out farther than Molly could comfortably walk. Trent was too distracted to notice. Jenks dropped down, and Trent absently corrected the uptight stallion when he shied. Used to it, Molly contented herself with flicking an ear.
"Something is in the woods, huh?" I said as Jenks landed on the saddle pommel. "Do you know how creepy that is?"
His sword was loosened in its scabbard, but he hadn't pulled it. "I don't know how else to say it, Rache. I'm going to do a Z axis until I see Quen and Ceri make it out of the woods. There's nothing ahead of you for another quarter mile. "
Trent shook himself out of his funk. "You couldn't have scouted a quarter mile that fast. "
"That's right," Jenks said, grinning. "You just keep thinking that. " He turned to me as he took wing. "I'll stay within earshot. Something isn't right. "
"Thanks, Jenks. " He zipped straight up to rise high enough to see when Quen and Ceri broke free of the trees, and I nudged Molly into a short canter to catch up with Tulpa.
Sighing, Trent drew Tulpa into a slower pace, the black horse snorting in impatience. "Thank you. I appreciate you doing this with me," he said, his low voice blending perfectly with the leaves, stirring in me like the wind in my hair.
And here I had just gotten done telling Ceri I wouldn't work with him. "You're welcome. If I hadn't, then Ceri would have refused to leave. "
His profile showing his concern, he tucked a wayward lock of his hair away.
"You really should think about including a pixy clan in your security," I added.
Trent looked up into the canopy. "That's what you keep saying. "
"Then maybe you should listen," I shot back. Tulpa had already resumed his faster pace, and it irritated me. "Or at least do a cost analysis or something. "
Pulling Tulpa up short, Trent smiled with half his mouth. Molly stopped as well, and a sudden memory exploded in me, brought forth by the tension, the dappled sun, even the shadowed air drawing goose bumps. He had been lanky and insecure with youth, and I had been awkward and overly confident with the first hints of health, but Tulpa had been the same, and I had been irate that he'd gotten a larger horse than me and I couldn't keep up.
"What?" he asked, and I put a hand to my cold face.
"Um," I said, scrambling. "Ceri might be right. "
Molly shifted under me, and Trent reached out. I froze as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing the rim of my hat. "About what?"
My heart was pounding. "That you'd be good at being king of the elves. "
His hand dropped, and I breathed again. Head bowing, he looked at his fingers laced among the reins. "I can be both what I need to be and what I want to be. " But it was soft, and I wasn't sure he believed it.
"I tried that, and it didn't work," I said, the reins slipping through my fingers as Molly stretched to crop at the spindly grass surviving under the shade. "It didn't work for Batman, either. " Trent didn't look up, and I blurted, "At least you have something worth fighting for. Trent-"
"I've been meaning to ask if you would like to choose a horse from my herd," he interrupted me. "One who would be designated as yours for when you ride with us. I still owe you a proper Hunt. "
My eyebrows rose, more because of the change of subject than the offer. "We are sitting here in the middle of nowhere waiting to be attacked, and you offer me a horse?"
Tulpa sighed, making Trent shift his seat. "We can talk more about your conversation with Ceri if you like. "
Oh God. No. "Sure. I'd love a horse," I said, feeling the need to give Molly a pat. "I'm not really into the Hunt, though. " I remembered the sound of the hounds, the heart-stopping fear that they might catch me. Is he nuts?
He nudged Tulpa into motion, and Molly followed. "If you change your mind, let me know. Ceri would love another feminine presence on the field. She says we men lack style in running down prey. "
I'll bet. "I might just do that," I said. "If only to get you to stop giving me Molly all the time. "
Trent's smile warmed me all the way to my center. It was true and honest, and he was smiling at me. Stop it, Rachel. "What's wrong with Molly?"
"Nothing, but you keep giving me a horse I can't possibly win with. "
His face lost all expression as he thought that over. Then his eyes narrowed. "You can't have Red. She's not in the herd you may choose from. "
It sounded like a rather formal statement. The fiery horse was way out of my league, and I hadn't even been thinking about her. "Why not?" I teased. "She's sweet. "
Trent stiffened, but he wasn't looking at me. Under him, Tulpa snorted, and with a sudden shock, I felt a huge drop in the nearest ley line.
Jenks pattered through the leaves, wreathed in a haze of silver sparkles. "Hey! Someone just made a huge bubble between here and the stables! It poked above the Turn-blasted trees. "
I stared at Trent. "Nick can't make a bubble bigger than three feet. "
"Ceri . . . " Trent whispered. "The girls . . . "
"Trent!" I exclaimed, my hand outstretched, but he'd already wheeled Tulpa around. With a word I didn't recognize, he urged him into a full gallop. In an instant, he was gone, the thudding of his hooves fading.
Molly snorted as I jerked her to follow, head tossing when I kicked her into a gallop. Hanging on low to her back and knees flexing, I pushed her down the trail.
I needed a faster horse.
