"Come along," she said to Dora, tugging at the reins gently and urging the horse to walk along. It startled her a little how fast it took for her to comply but they were soon walking side by side. She did her best not to look over to Lorn but she kept failing, finding herself distracted by him. She kept tracing the line of his jaw with her eyes, admiring the cleft in his chin, up to his lips, his nose, his icy blue gaze, just... him.

He was a handsome devil, she thought.

The idea of him kissing her came popping into her head and warmed her blood a little. Lord have mercy, she thought and forced her gaze to Dora more than once, occasionally making an effort to coo her praises for the mare, when really, she was thinking about him.