Golden Luna
I could feel what he was feeling, hear what he was thinking, and joy sprang up in my chest at the thought.
I swallowed nervously and broke eye contact first—this was not the way to feel about him, or any man at all. Heck, I barely even recognized his existence until this night, and I'm sure I would have never known he existed if this night hadn't ended up the way it had.
Then I noticed that with Alexander's distraction, the white horse had stopped trotting. It whinnied and looked up at us, as though to urge us on. "Alex," I whispered. "The horse has stopped."
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