The cool autumn breeze caressed Lyra's face as she stood beside Percival at the Covington family's private equestrian center. Her mind still raced with thoughts of Charlotte Gallagher and the photograph that had turned her world upside down, but she pushed those concerns aside for now. There would be time to unravel that mystery later.
"Are you sure you want to ride?" Percival asked, his tone laced with concern. "We can postpone if you're still processing what Gallagher told us."
Lyra squeezed his hand. "I could use the distraction, actually."
Percival's expression softened as he led her toward the stables. "I should warn you about my horse. Chasing Wind can be... difficult."
Lyra bit back a smile. Difficult was an understatement. The black stallion was infamous among equestrians for his temperament. What Percival didn't know was that she had secretly worked with this very horse years ago.
"I'm sure he's not that bad," she said innocently.
