Ravina was aware of every brush of bare skin no matter how much she tried to ignore it. She tried to keep her back away from his chest but it was impossible since they were riding up a mountain. She fell back against him, the heat from his body both frightening and inviting.
"Do you have a name for your horse?" She asked so her thoughts would not wander to places that would frighten her even more.
"Rani." He said.
"What does it mean?"
"Queen."
"Oh, so you have a queen already?"
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back.
"I got her when I became king."
"I see. You were desperate early on."
"Very desperate," she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Do you all own a mare?" She wondered.
All the ones Aaron had named were mares.
"I like mares. They are calmer and oddly they respond better to us. The stallions are more aggressive. I don't have patience for that."
