Dorian‘s pov.

The ride had been brutal.

Dust clung to my face, sweat trickled down my spine, and the tension between me and Tiberius had grown thick enough to slice through with a blade. Every time he opened his mouth, it was either a snide comment or a sarcastic jab. And every time, I clenched my jaw tighter. One more word and I swear, I was going to punch him this time.

"Try not to break your horse's spine with that riding style," he muttered for the third time in an ...