Prologue
"No." The dark-haired young man didn't even bother to lift his face, intently focusing on the paperwork stacked on the desk. A woman standing opposite of him pulled up a chair, arms crossed across her breasts. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask." The man chuckled, signing off on the next form before he allowed his gaze to meet hers. "Knowing you, Aida, it's likely you want to arrange a breeding to the latest stud of the year, or take on a new project horse. Don't you have enough of those hopeless cases to keep you busy for a bit?" Aida wrinkled her nose, giving her brother a look of utter disdain. "They're not hopeless, Terr