The wind whipped through my hair as I guided Chasing Wind into a steady gallop. The familiar rhythm of hoofbeats against packed earth brought back a flood of memories. Memories I'd kept buried for years.
I wasn't here to show off. I just needed to complete this lap without causing a scene—for Arthur's sake.
"Look who it is! The human stepping block!"
Fiona's voice cut through the morning air, dripping with malice. I kept my eyes forward, focusing on maintaining my posture. Chasing Wind responded beautifully to my subtle cues.
"I'm talking to you, Elara," Fiona called again, her horse trotting alongside mine now. She was flanked by three socialites, all wearing matching riding outfits that probably cost more than my monthly rent.
"I'm busy, Fiona," I replied evenly.
She laughed, the sound sharp and artificial. "Too important for your own sister now? Or should I say step-sister?" She emphasized the word, making sure her friends caught the distinction.
