CHAPTER 7
THE PATH TO the stables was shrouded in darkness, and for a moment, I wished I’d brought a torch, but I suspected Midnight wouldn’t appreciate that. He chose darkness for a reason; I just didn’t know what it was. Silence reigned. We hadn’t kept horses since Angie and I turned nineteen, when the last of our childhood ponies died and neither of us had the inclination to look after another. Horse riding had been Mother’s idea, anyway. Just one more skill every eligible young lady should have under her belt whether she liked it or not.
The door to the barn creaked as I pushed it open, and I forced thoughts of rats and spiders from my mind. Midnight was all that mattered. I’d expected inside to be pitch black, but a single candle flickered in the draft from the doorway. A tea light,
