Chapter 43

Chapter Brooklyn

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Aden stands above me, waiting for me to put on whatever is in the mystery box. He looks distracted and impatient.

Confused, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of gorgeous boots. They're tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere else. "Is Hudson coming, too?"

"You'll see," Aden says, turning and heading towards the garage. I'm not even sure what part of my question he is answering. "Meet me by the car when you're ready."

I quickly pull on my socks, not caring that it will ruin my pedicure, and then tug the boots on as quick as I can. When I finally get them on, they fit perfectly.

As usual, Aden has guessed my size down to the centimeter.

I admire the boots for a moment and then spring to my feet, heading to the car.

There is no Hudson. As Aden drives us in silence to wherever we're going, I think about how this is the first time we have been truly alone in weeks.

Since he threatened me in my bedroom, made those accusations about my desires.

I try to put that aside. He's taking me out, after all!

Now, I note the subtle smile playing on his lips, and wonder what he's up to.

out of the city now. Oh how I've missed the sight of nature, of a world beyond Aden's

middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive crossed with

the metal gate slowly swings open. I

comes into view. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas

the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just

"Horses!" I breathe.

turns the car into a parking spot next to the

you'd like it," he says. "One look at you and anyone could tell

ask him what that even means, but I'm too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open

feed them? Do

Aden holds out an arm to stop me. "Let me take the lead here,

do a double take. His expression,

in. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I follow closely

down to his shoulders approaches. He's dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked

a second

but

as can be. A real beauty," the young shifter

last stall on the right, which the

and leans on the far side of

do you think?" he

the corner of the stall to see the most

breathe as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just

front of me, an Arabian by the arch of

gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over

eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and

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