I couldn't help but grin as I glanced back at the commotion behind me. The look on Gavin's face was priceless—a mixture of disbelief, awe, and the dawning realization that he might have underestimated me all these years.
Wind trotted steadily beneath me, his powerful muscles moving with the precision I'd spent years training into him. The poor horse that had bolted—Thunder—was now being led away by the stable hands, his panic finally subsided.
"Did you see his face?" I murmured to Wind, patting his neck. "Like he'd seen a ghost."
"Or perhaps a deity?"
I stiffened at the voice. Nathaniel had maneuvered his horse alongside mine, his expression unreadable but his eyes intense. Had he overheard Gavin's accusation? Did he now suspect?
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, keeping my voice light.
He raised an eyebrow. "That was some impressive riding back there. Where exactly did you learn those skills?"
I shrugged. "Here and there."
