Novel’s POV

I was happy riding with Alexei. I couldn't stand the thought of being trapped in that carriage; I needed the fresh air.

But suddenly, my spine snapped straight. I felt eyes on me, heavy and predatory.

I scanned the trees, but saw nothing.

I looked at Alexei, but he seemed oblivious to the sensation. I gripped the horse’s mane firmly, the small smile sliding off my face.

We had been moving for a long time. Eventually, the heat of the sun became so oppressive that I had to retreat back into the carriage while the men looked for a clear field to set up camp.

Emilia was already...