I watched as Gavin Johnson's face transformed from shock to calculation in seconds. His eyes narrowed, scanning my features with uncomfortable intensity.
"Impossible," he muttered, moving closer.
Nathaniel stepped between us. "That's close enough, Johnson."
Gavin ignored him, peering around to keep his eyes fixed on my face. "You look exactly like—" He stopped himself, jaw tightening. "Who exactly are you, Juliana Johnson?"
"I believe you already know who I am," I replied coolly. "The illegitimate daughter, as you so kindly pointed out."
His lips curved into a tight smile. "No. There's more to this story."
Imogen stepped forward, clearly irritated by the shift in attention. "Cousin Gavin, why are you so interested in her? She's nobody important."
Gavin finally tore his gaze from me to look at Imogen. "Your sister can't ride? At all?"
"Of course not," Imogen scoffed. "She wasn't allowed lessons like I was. Father would never waste money on her education or hobbies."
