Chapter 189: Into The Danger Zone
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.
At first, Aramis led, with Lara trailing behind and her two brothers flanking her on both sides, like loyal guards who would protect her from harm.
"Don’t hold back. What is the use of participating in this if you are holding back? Are you letting me win?" She shouted loud enough for the two to hear, her voice cracked through the wind like a whip. Then she spurred her horse forward, leaving Gideon and Percival behind, who slowed down and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Then, as if they realized something, they led the horse into a gallop and followed the two who were leaving the dust for them to eat.
In the end, Lara claimed victory, Aramis close on her heels. Gideon and Percival, despite their efforts, never recovered from that moment of hesitation.
Breathing hard but grinning, they approached their sister and handed over a silver ingot each.
"Thanks. How about we do another one when we get back?"
Aramis shook his head. He had a sullen look on his face. He still could not beat her, and he hated losing.