"The both of you, stop it! Now!" Cerys's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp, commanding, and laced with shock.
Serelith's eyes snapped open, her heart lurching. Panic surged through her, her cheeks flushing a deep, burning red. But even as she pulled back, her gaze met Cerys's—amber eyes wide with shock, her lips parted in disbelief.
But it wasn't their kiss that held Cerys's horrified attention. It was lower—on the bay gelding's sleek, dark coat, where a thin, glistening trail of white slowly dripped down, a thick, shimmering streak that painted the horse's fur in a sweet, unmistakable trail.
"You… the both of you… here?!" Cerys's voice was a mix of shock, outrage, and something else—something hot and jealous.
Serelith's face went scarlet, her heart pounding, her mind racing. But then—a faint, wild giggle slipped free. She clapped both hands over her mouth, her shoulders shaking, but the laughter bubbled up, uncontrollable, wild, and breathless.
