Then, her eyes darkened and she leapt from the back of the horse at him, throwing her full weight onto him. Her knee landed a blow in his gut and he could not breathe from the power of it. Then, she screamed unintelligible words as she clawed at him with her nails. The black reacted, too, dancing and shuffling next to them—too damn close to them—as Brodie tried to get control over the she-demon who raked his face with her nails. If he did not get them out of the way, they would both be trampled to death by the huge stallion. And there was no way that the horse would not be injured in such a situation. A shrill whistle pierced the air, alerting him to help. Brodie managed to get both of her hands in his and rolled over, straddling her in the muddy path. Rob ran to them, first throwing his hands up to try to scare the horse away and then, when it had backed up, grabbing the reins and bringing it down on all four hooves and trying to calm it.
