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joke?” she asked. She feigned indifference, but she was really hurt.
    Sebastian coughed to clear his voice and kept his lips from turning up into a smile.
    “I’m sorry, baby, but this was quite funny. Whisper is the horse’s name,” he explained.
    Arielle’s eyes widened and her mouth shaped into an “O.” She clapped her hand over her mouth and chuckled quietly.
    “He and Shadow, Eva’s horse, are very mild, wonderful horses. You will be fine. Trust in me.”
    Arielle looked cautiously over at Eva. She wore a big smile on her face and looked good riding Shadow, right next to Ian.
    Anyone who looked at Eva and Arielle would have seen two girls too scared to do anything but trust their horses. They started out at a slow trot and, little by little, Arielle started to relax the topline. The saddle was comfortable and she began to feel a bit more secure. She could see that her friends were all skilled in horsemanship methods. They had great command of their horses. Eva too looked as if she was doing well.
    After a while, Arielle too began to relax, and actually enjoy herself.

Chapter 2
    F ields and meadows blooming with beautiful wildflowers and wonderful trees surrounded the stables. Behind the stables, were a small lake and a couple of creeks. As they rode, everyone had questions for Sebastian, who was happy to explain that for centuries the place they were riding through had not changed much. The area was famous for the abundance of colorful rhododendrons. It was well known that people came from miles away to enjoy them and to take photos with their families.
    Their trail was abundant with a variety of foliage, and the top of the hill offered a fantastic opportunity for a smooth and exceptional ride. They rode through a magnificent landscape, with the beautiful ocean always in view, the strong scent of lavender and jasmine perfuming the air.
    They passed through waterfalls with exposed limestone rock formations that created stunning overhanging rock cliffs. Sebastian explained that this area included the only such rock complex in France, with centuries old woodlands, rock walls, and vertical drops.
    Arielle was looking out at the ocean, completely mesmerized, when she heard Ian call out, “Who is that girl up on that hill?”
    Every head turned in unison to follow the direction Ian was pointing.
    In the distance, a tall slim woman was standing on the top of a hill, gazing down at them. She was a bit too far away for anyone to be able to make out her face, but a sudden cold chill coursed down Arielle’s spine. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Fear consumed her mind, and the intensity of the emotion practically knocked her off the horse. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from the sight of her nemesis; she was sure that she was looking at Annabel.
    The woman’s hair swirled in all directions. Her long dress was swaying in the breeze, giving her a creepy look, almost like a ghost. Suddenly, recognition crashed into Arielle’s brain and her heart started to hammer in her chest as fright spread across every nerve of her body. She tried to draw a breath but failed, and she began to falter.
    She could hear voices coming from miles away, but she was unable to make out a single word. She closed her eyes as a wave of nausea washed over her, and then she started to fall.
    Sebastian had moved his horse next to hers, knowing instinctively that something was amiss. His strong hands locked around her waist; he pulled her off her horse and onto his lap. He looked down at her pale face and his arms enveloped her tightly against the solid muscles of his chest.
    “Arielle… Arielle,” he whispered anxiously. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
    She didn’t reply. She nestled deeper into his embrace. Sebastian held her close for a long moment. Then swinging his leg over the horse, he slid to the ground, carefully holding Arielle’s limp body to his chest.
    He sat on the ground and held her between his