“We ride them,” Aurora explains. “I’m…sorry?” I look between her and the wolves. “It’s faster than walking.” She starts for Bardulf. “Would you like to—uh—ride Evander, instead?” I fight laughter at the absurdity of the question. Must my mind really venture to the most inappropriate of places? Aurora bites her lower lip, holding back a chuckle. She must’ve known where my thoughts wandered. “He wants you on him.” A snort escapes me. Her grin says the phrasing was on purpose.
