Ivy gasps as her eyes land on her horse. “Oh, Bast, she’s gorgeous. Is she yours? Or Asher’s? I can’t picture Dair riding a horse.” I smirk at the image, shaking my head while I wrap an arm around her waist. “No, angel. She’s yours.” Wide crystal eyes beam up at me as her mouth drops open. “M-mine?” I nod, smiling wider. “She’s a very sweet, pretty girl. I figured you two would get along.”
