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“How is your Colt a model 1903, anyway?” he asked suddenly, scowling in confusion. “If there were 1,902 made before it, why have I never heard of one of them before?”
“Maybe it’s for the year it was made,” I said.
He paused. “For the what, now?”
With a chuckle, I started in on that tale, sharing with him everything Indigo had ever shared with me about the alternate dimension that possessed books, planes, and motorcycles, and how they documented their time.
“Seriously?” he murmured in awe once I was done. “A flying carriage? Why has no mage yet whipped up something like that here? I’m suddenly quite disappointed in all the magical people in the Outer Realms.”
I laughed. “Indeed. And I’m sure a motorcycle could come in handy quite nicely right now. From the way Indy talked, they move so fast we would’ve made it to your mother in half a day instead of nearly the fortnight it’s taking us now.”
Falling suddenly somber, Farrow crinkled his brow in consternation before he murmured, “Aye. That would be nice.”
I knew he was thinking about her now, worrying about her health and hoping we made it to her in time.
I opened my mouth to offer some hope and reassurance, only to pause and tip my head to the side when a sound caught my ear. “Do you hear that?”
Farrow paused as well, tugging Mint to a halt. A moment later, his eyes widened. “The river,” he said.
I gasped. “We’ve reached it? Already?”
He nodded, anticipation shimmering in his gaze. “If the current’s strong, we could reach Blayton by tomorrow.”
His mind was already with his ailing mother, I could tell. He spurred his horse forward and raced toward the sound of rushing waters. I followed, thrilled that we were finally making headway on our journey. It felt as if we’d been traveling forever. But if things went well, his mother could be healed completely by tomorrow evening.
This was amazing.
I galloped after my mate, shrieking with joy and delighted that his dream was finally coming true. In front of me, he slowed, however, allowing me to catch up.
“I forgot to check your tattoo,” he said, suddenly pulling us up short, out of breath as if he’d been the one running, not the horse.
So we took a few minutes to dismount and freshen up, where he applied more concealer, and I smoothed out a piece of his hair that was sticking up.
His eyes nearly glowed with anticipation. He looked more invigorated than I’d ever seen him. Plus, studying the intent features of his face as he focused on my temple reminded me of the expression he got right before he came.
And just like that, I could feel him inside me again, lodged against that spot that drove me crazy, the spot he liked to torture because he knew it was so sensitive for me.
I couldn’t help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his mouth just as he finished hiding my tattoo.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “You take such good care of me. That’s another reason I love you.”
His eyes darkened, and he caught my shoulder, kissing me back, desperately, as if he were kissing me for the last time. Then he dropped his fingers and stepped away.
“We should go.”
Up ahead, I heard voices and activity. So we climbed back into our saddles and headed that way. When we reached the break in the trees, an opening appeared, revealing a confluence, where one river, running south, joined in with the Cull that broke off to go east.
There, a crowd gathered around a small wooden cottage. Two large flat barges made of wooden logs with wooden railings on either side sat in the water by the shore and were tethered with thick ropes that tied off to the side of the lodge, one marked with a sign to let riders know it was traveling south, toward Pinsky, and the other preparing to travel the Cull, toward Blayton.
Farrow sidled up next to me and lowered his voice. “From here on out, stay close. Don’t leave my side.” When he met my eye, he sent me a stern frown. “We’ve gotten lucky so far, but not everyone would be so kind if your identity was revealed.”
I arched my brows. “You call getting shot with an arrow by five ruffians lucky?”
His lips slipped into a smirk. “Aye.” With a wink, he added, “And kind too.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. He slapped the flank of my horse and sent it darting forward, only to laugh as he appeared next to me, catching up, and playfully snagging Caramel’s reins so he could control both horses.
