Thorne glowers at me as if my mere existence offends him. “What the fuck kind of noble doesn’t have much experience riding a horse? You’d better hope you’re a fast learner.” With a heated glare, he rakes his fingers through his black hair, cursing when they snag on the leather cord tying it back. His other hand thrusts the reins at me. “This is Zephyr. Go ahead and mount him.”
