That was bad, Harper knew. Normal horses could be sweet and placid. Hellhorses? Not so much. They were not only as predatory as every other demon, they were fucking wild. You didn't ride a hellhorse unless you were crazy.
"How often does Tanner do this?"
"Pretty often. Just as Levi likes the combat circle, Tanner likes the track."
She was about to ask what Larkin and Keenan liked to do when a bell rang and eight hellhounds slowly prowled onto the track. The crowd cheered, their excitement evident. She was a little too nervous for Tanner's demon to share in their excitement. Yes, it was most likely ironic that she was protective of the demon who protected her.
