Aramis, ruggedly tall and lean, exuded the confidence of a skilled horseman. He appeared to be in his late twenties, with a boyish competitiveness in his movements. After handing Lara the reins, he mounted his dark brown steed and galloped away.
"Aramis—!" Lara's shout trailed behind him like an echo in the wind.
Lara barely had time to mount before she was forced to chase after him, gripping the reins tighter than she intended.
She had been a champion equestrienne once, a prodigy at fifteen, effortlessly commanding her horse through jumps and sprints.
But that was a lifetime ago.
Now, as she spurred the chestnut thoroughbred, feeling the animal's restless energy beneath her fingers, she realized how long it had been since she was on horseback. Every jolt sent sharp reminders through her body.