“Same,” I whispered.
Dylan appeared beside me.
“You good?”
“No.”
His mouth twitched. “Honest.”
“Horse hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you.”
The horse flicked an ear back.
“Liar.”
Dylan’s hand settled near my elbow, not gripping, just there. “I’ll ride with you.”
My brain caught up late.
“With me?”
“Yes.”
I looked at Edge.
Bad idea.
His face was impossible.
Regan stood beside him with one hand pressed to her mouth, trying so hard not to cry that it made me want to crawl back into bed and never cause another emotion again.
Edge’s eyes stayed on Dylan.
Dylan looked back.
No challenge.
No apology.
Just steadiness.
“She’ll need support,” Dylan said. “Regan can’t hold her and manage the terrain. Not safely. I can.”
Edge’s jaw flexed.
Regan took his hand. “Let him.”
Edge looked at her like that hurt.
Then he looked at me.
“Do you want him with you?”
The question cost him.
I knew it did.
