Chapter 18

“Do you know how to ride?” I asked Liam.

“A horse? Fuck no.” 

I rolled my eyes. I was tempted to ride Juliette back and let Liam fend for himself, but Niamh wouldn’t be too happy about that, no matter how angry she was with her brother. 

And of course, Niamh and Mari had driven back, leaving us stranded.

“Then I guess we’ll have to walk back,” I said.

Liam shot me a dark look. “I’m not walking back with you.”

“Do you even know how to get there? Because if you get lost and slowly starve to death in the forest, I won’t be upset about it.”

“I have a fucking phone.” When Liam pulled out his phone to discover that service was spotty out here, he cursed. And cursed. And then cursed again.

It would be funny, if I weren’t bruised and if it weren’t still hard to breathe. It would be funny, if my wife weren’t angry with me and probably building a guillotine with my name on it right this moment.

“We could ask for a ride,” I said, “but considering we just made poor Francois weep