“Fay!” Kent yells the moment he walks into his house, storming down the hall. His household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that something is wrong. Kent is passively pleased by this – they, at least, know their place. Still, Fay doesn’t answer him. Kent calls for her again, heading
The stable workers react in much the same way as his home staff did – getting out of his way as fast as they can and making themselves scarce, so that when Kent strides through the stable it looks like a ghost town. Only the horses are curious enough to peer at him over their stall doors. When he g
I gasp air back into my lungs after a moment of real fear when I couldn’t pull any in – It aches as it fills me, having been so roughly knocked out of me in the first place – God damnit, I think, shaking a little with the shock of falling off a horse for the first time, of the sudden violence that
I’m just so mad in this moment, as I continue to care for my horse. So angry and sad at myself all at once. And sore, physically sore, where I fell on my chest and stomach. Poor little rich girl, I think bitterly, my inner voice rich with sarcasm. Seriously, Jerome aside, what the hell did I think
Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home. On the way there, he had been burning with fury, his mind racing, desperate to lock her down, to burn down everything, if necessary, in order to secure her allegiance any way he could. And he had…he had just lost it. Twice, at the stables, he had lost hi
“He just…he pisses me off, Daniel,” she says softly. “And then I say things I don’t mean – and I do things I’d never do, just because I know it pisses him off –“ Daniel laughs at her here, just a little, in a comforting way. “Yeah, he has that effect on people,” Daniel says softly. “Though, I have
I can’t stop smiling at my sister as we slowly walk around the fenced paddock of the stables, Heathcliff happily walking alongside us, my hand loosely holding the lead to his halter. Janeen, unfortunately, is less happy about the company than Heathcliff is.“Are you sure he’s not going to like, rear
Fay knocks gently on the open door to Kent’s office that night, leaning casually against it. He looks up, his expression changing from one of irritation to surprise.“Fay,” he says, folding his hands on his desk. “What can I do for you?”“Can I come in?” she asks, tentative. Kent nods, waiting patie