Andry spotted the flash of gold before Corayne could, pulling the horse down an abandoned lane and back into deeper water. The mare tried to fight but he kicked her on, cursing colorfully under his breath. “If we survive this, remind me to scold you for that unseemly language,” Corayne said wearily. His chest moved against her back, rising and falling with stilted laughter. The warmth of him took her by surprise. “I certainly will.”
