Chapter 273

• CLOE POV
• Tino picked up pace as we headed up through the Wood, his hooves churning up the track as he broke into a canter. We were early, the sun still climbing through the trees to the east. I squeezed Tino on, driving him faster, and he put his head down, ears forward and alert, breath steady. I gave him free rein and he extended himself, a snort and he was away, galloping up the main incline.
• I loved it here so much. So did he.