Jethru was right about one thing: Aramis would do his best to defeat Lara.
Although Aramis learned that Kane was Lara Norse, the image of Kane Mendel still stuck in his mind—the fierce warrior and the gentle healer he had once seen— lingered there. It didn't matter to Aramis that she was a woman; what mattered was that she was a formidable rival, and he intended to surpass her.
Unlucky for him, Lara did not hold back.
She didn't just know how to ride—she lived for it. A former equestrienne who had competed in countless underground horseback races to earn discreet cash, Lara had stashed away her winnings in a secret bank account, planning to sever ties with her family once her vendetta was complete. Unlike car racing, which she also excelled at, horseback racing thrilled her more. There was something primal, raw, and beautiful about commanding a creature with its own will and heartbeat. It took more than speed—it took trust, power, intuition.
