I was right to be scared.
I was straddled behind Kassie, sitting close with my hands gripping her waist. It was heavenly at first — warm and secure, her back solid against my chest.
Until the horse bolted forward with a speed that blurred the trees around me into streaks of green and brown. Almost like I was in some car speeding across open road with pure, unadulterated insanity at the wheel.
The difference was that this felt like a convertible. Wind tearing at my face, no roof, no doors, nothing between me and certain death but my grip on the demon empress currently treating this poor horse like a damn sports car.
She didn't stop. I had no idea how she was doing it, but the horse was burning with resolve as she commanded it forward — legs pounding the earth in a rhythm that should've been impossible. She was one hell of a rider. Not to mention her figure as she sat on the horse and leaned forward, red hair streaming behind her like a war banner.
