Before I can get comfortable, he vaults onto Zephyr behind me. I sit up straight, trying not to wiggle as his hard body presses up against me. “What should I hold onto?” “Either Zephyr’s mane or the pommel.” He reaches around me and picks up the reins, encircling my waist with his other arm. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” “For some reason, I’m not so sure about that.” The words spill from my lips before I can stop them. He’s actually helping you, and you just keep baiting him. Perfect. “You wound me.”
