Ryse's brain processed several things at once:
One: That was a very nice horse. Expensive. Well-bred. The kind nobles spent fortunes on.
Two: It was also familiar. He'd seen that horse before. Recently. Being led by a stable boy while its owner...
Three: That was Eris's horse.
The realization hit like ice water.
Soren had taken Eris. Specifically requested her horse be brought. Had ridden off three days ago with her unconscious in his arms, heading gods-knew-where for reasons he hadn't explained.
And now her horse was here.
Without her.
Without either of them.
Moving at supernatural speed with... were those ice nymphs flying next to it?... heading directly toward him like it knew exactly who it was looking for.
Ryse's mind immediately jumped to worst-case scenarios:
