Chapter 221

Camila Harrington stood up from the chair, ready to head back to the main building, when she spotted a horse trainer walking a horse. It was a stunning chestnut-colored Akhal-Teke, commonly known as a blood-sweating horse. Its build was lean and graceful, every movement full of strength and elegance. Camila couldn’t move her eyes; she’d always loved horses. She grew up riding and knew her way around a saddle—not quite a pro, but enough to recognize a rare gem when she saw one. This one? Absolutely priceless. "Miss Harrington." The trainer noticed her and greeted her politely from a distance, holding the reins tight. This was a fierce horse—untamed and unpredictable—so he kept his distance, worried it might lash out. But Camila walked over anyway. One of the staff by the gate looked panicked. "Miss Harrington, this one hasn’t been properly broken yet, it’s not safe—" Before he could finish, the trainer’s eyes widened in disbelief. Because instead of reacting violently, the blood-sweatin