Running From Trash and Into True Love's Arms
But the moment she turned away, the warmth faded from her expression, replaced by a chill in her eyes.
Kiana watched Olivia swing herself easily into the saddle and glanced at the staff member who'd just brought the white horse over. Their gazes met. When she saw him give a small nod, the smugness in her eyes burned even brighter.
This horse had already injured more than a few guests at the club. The management had planned to get rid of it this month, but Kiana had specifically asked them to keep it for a while longer.
The wilder a horse was, the more it seemed to understand people. Once it sensed it was about to be dealt with, its violent temper grew even worse than before.