3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance
“I’ll have you know, I’m practically a pro.”
Dante chuckled, leaning against the stallion. “Sure, let’s see how that holds up. You can ride my horse, Thunder.” He gestured toward the magnificent animal, whose deep brown coat gleamed in the sunlight.
“Thunder? Really?” I smirked. “You have to name your horse something more creative than that.”
He shrugged, his grin widening. “What can I say? He’s a force of nature, just like me.
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Just get on your horse so I can show you what I’ve got.”