CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

"Whoo-hoo!" Emma bellowed as the horse roared through the fields. leaving Emilia to trot behind her majorly because she was scared of what would happen if she was to let go of the horse's reins and go faster lest it thrust her forward to her death.

"I hope you don't meet the ground, missy," Emilia called after her, her shoulders still tense. Riding wasn't one of her great qualities as she hadn't learned how to ride as a child and even if she did, after so many years of not being on a horse she might have displaced the skill by now.

"C'mon, Emilia, come faster!" Emma threw her hands forth, looking briefly at her companion before surging forward as her legs tightened on the stirrups.

Emilia blinked twice and looked away to stare at the sky ahead. It was tranquilizing at this time of the day. Everything was calm and by now she knew Betty would be losing her marbles when she found out she was no longer in the room. As for that asshat, only God knows what he would do if he found her out.