Rakos can’t suppress his smirk as Bell approaches the horses with a wince. “Are you sure you can ride?” “No,” Bell retorts with a scowl. “And it is entirely your fault.” “What? Could you elaborate?” “You’ve said things before about not feeding your ego. So, I’m going to hold my tongue on that account.” “But I like your tongue, sweetheart.” Bell rolls his eyes. “Ridiculous.”
