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My eyebrows lifted. “Your name is Holly?”
She nodded.
“Okay, then.” I bobbed my own head in satisfaction and patted her neck. “It’s nice to meet you, Holly. I’m Indigo.”
She began to purr.
A purring horse. So strange.
“Hey, guys,” I called while Holly hurried to catch us up with the other two riders. “I just learned the unicorn’s name.”
“Good for you,” Melaina muttered, uninterested.
Quilla ignored me completely.
For some reason, it didn’t feel as if I was making a very good first impression on my one true love. Not that I was too worried about that yet. I had the rest of my life to woo her into my good graces. Before too long, she wouldn’t be able to help but love me back.
But still…
It kind of caught in my craw that she didn’t seem even remotely curious about me.
“Well, it’s Holly,” I announced loudly for both her and her aunt to hear. “In case either of you ever needed to know.”
No one answered.
I leaned down to whisper in Holly’s ear, “Don’t mind them; I believe they're still learning their social skills.”
The unicorn-horse-zebra snuffled out a sound that remarkably resembled a laugh.
I began to pet her in gratitude, and she purred in response.
At least someone here got me.
Chapter 9
Indigo
We were heading south.
If my calculations were correct, we had crossed over the border of Far Shore an hour or so ago and we were now on High Cliff land. The territory in these parts had once been the kingdom of Teller, but a couple of generations back, it had been taken over, and now Teller was no more.
High Cliff country wasn’t a safe place for anyone with the name of Graykey to be. So wherever Quilla and her aunt were headed, it better be damn well worth the risk.
“Where are we going, anyway?” I decided to ask.
My true love ignored me, as she’d been doing for the past three hours. But Melaina cast me a teasing smirk. “Nowhere that concerns you, darling. Just sit back and enjoy the scenery like a good little trophy, won’t you, dear?”
That I could do, for I did so adore the scenery before me. My gaze strayed to the blonde riding up ahead. She was a small, petite yet curvy thing with the sweetest round face and longest mass of hair I’d ever seen. Seriously, I could get lost in all that hair.
I shifted in my saddle, growing uncomfortable. For years, I’d wondered what my mate might look like. It was thrilling yet bizarre to finally put a face to all those what-ifs. It honestly wouldn’t have mattered to me what her physical form had turned out to be, but I had to admit, I liked what I saw.
The fiery rage that flared in her eyes whenever she addressed me was a surprise, though. She was what I’d call an angry girl. She was the type who’d just as soon punch someone than smile at them, though I had a feeling Quilla would stab before she punched.
I also had a feeling I’d never get bored with her, and that made me smile.
“You know,” Melaina spoke from the horse beside me. “I hate letting a perfectly hard cock go to waste.”
“What?” When I swung an incredulous glance her way, she was focusing on my lap and licking her lips.
