twenty two
"Stop!" I yell, my words drowned out by the wind rushing past my face and throwing my hair back. "Slow down, Willow!"
My words are either unheard or mean nothing to her, because she continues galloping far faster than I've ever been before, past the tall trees with their thing branches whipping at me and tangling in my hair.
Behind me, I can hear Trystan shouting something, but his words are too jumbled up for me to make out. I tug on the reins, hoping to stop, but nothing happens as I continue tugging.
I have no idea how I've held on so far without falling off, but I plan on keeping it that way. I force myself to look straight ahead, and not at the floor below me, knowing I'd probably start panicking when I see the height.
Then in the distance, I hear the sound of running
