Laurent was the better rider, and he knew he could outride Damen, even if the terrain was unfamiliar. But as the initial flash of rage faded, all that was left was hurt.

He'd let himself believe Damen could be kind. That Damen might even trust him. Love him.

That was folly.

Drawing up, Laurent let Damen catch up to him, expression icy to conceal his vulnerability. He kept his grip on the reins taut, far too skittish to let Damen come anywhere near grabbing distance. "Come to fetch back your whore, my king? Perhaps you ought to have brought chains to remind me of my station."