Outside was a horse and buggy. “Uh…”
“I harnessed the mare while you were on the phone.”
“I’ve never driven one of these.”
“It’s as easy as rolling off a log. Hold still, Daisy.”
Noah assumed she was talking to the horse. He helped Morwen up onto the seat, then jogged around to the other side and hoisted himself up.
“How do we get where we’re going?” Noah had no clue, and how could the woman beside him give him directions since she was blind?
“Daisy knows the way.” She shook out the reins, whistled through her teeth, and the mare stepped out in a brisk trot. Her movement caused the seat to rock with enthusiasm.
Noah clung to the side of the seat, knowing his grip had to be knuckle-white, and he gazed at the passing scenery, determined not to let his nerves overcome him as they bounced along the rutted dirt road.
He was Gabriel’s black swan, after all, and he wouldn’t embarrass his vampyre.
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