Literature
The Harlequin
The hooves hit the ground creating thunder as the horse sped past, anything that noticed and looked up to see what the sound was missed them only to see a trail of dust left behind by the beating hooves. Argento ran fast, as fast as his strong and sturdy legs would carry him, his muscles flexing with each stride. Victoria didn't need to kick him or whip his hind; her steed knew they were getting out of Mexico as fast as they could as if the apocalypse was behind them. For eight years, eight long years she'd been owned. Owned like she was a horse, locked up in a stable only taken out to be ridden by anyone with the right amount of dollars in t