Chapter 73: The Smoke and the Sting

- SELENE

Rowan brought his horse over to me. It was a big, dark stallion that looked like it could run through a stone wall.

"Can you ride?" he asked, his voice softening.

"I’ve spent four years pretending to be a delicate flower, Rowan," I said, taking the reins from him. "I haven't forgotten how ...

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