BOUGHT BY THE BEAST
The storm outside the Black Ridge caverns had eased into a steady, bitter snowfall that covered the mountain in white.
We rode six abreast... Caspian, Ezra, Martha, Kieran, and two of Martha's top trackers.
Caspian rode a massive black stallion, his long legs gripping the animal's flanks, a dark fur cloak thrown over his broad shoulders to cover his bare chest. He kept his horse so close to mine that our stirrups clinked together with every step.
He didn't let more than a foot of distance exist between us. Every time the trail narrowed, his hand would reach out, his heavy fingers brushing my thigh or gripping my knee, reminding me... reminding himself... that I was right beside him.