Felix stared at me, wide-eyed, as if seeing me for the first time. The thoroughbred beneath us had finally calmed, his breathing steady after the near-death gallop toward the ravine.
"You controlled him like... like I've never seen before," Felix said, his voice a mixture of awe and suspicion.
I kept my expression neutral, focusing on guiding the horse back toward the gathered crowd. Arthur stood at the front, his face tight with worry that softened into relief when our eyes met.
"Anyone with proper training could have done it," I replied, deliberately casual.
Felix shook his head. "No, that's not true. What you did—jumping between horses at full gallop, turning him away from the edge in seconds—that was extraordinary."
Before I could respond, shouts erupted from the distance. Arthur was running toward us, his security team spreading out behind him. The genuine concern in his eyes made my heart skip.
