Tension on the Trail

Zane glanced at the pony beside her, then at the instructor standing nearby, but said nothing.

"Zane," Freya called out when neither spoke, nudging him lightly.

Zane gave a low grunt of acknowledgment, and the two of them smoothly mounted their horses.

Freya rode off first. Before leaving, Zane's gaze lingered on Gemma for a beat longer than necessary. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips befor