Chapter 82

Avara POV

 The horse responds instantly, leaping into a gallop that sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. The wind carries my laughter as we tear across the meadow, blades of grass blurring beneath us. For a few exhilarating moments, my mount surges ahead, but Angelo rides hard, his determination palpable as we close the gap.

In the final stretch, Angelo edges ahead by mere inches, the gap between us as narrow as a breath. As we slow, hearts pounding and faces flushed with victory and defeat, I can't help but grin as the exhilaration lingers.