Book Two: Chapter 91

The centaur snorted, anger blossoming in her cheeks.

“Mike...” Zel hissed.

He ignored her. “Honestly, he may as well challenge me to a cartwheel competition. Stupid horse.”

The guard drew her blade and stepped toward him, but he held his ground. Fear, anger and loathing emanated from the centaur in waves. That was the reaction he had been hoping for, and he gave her the biggest cocky grin he could muster. If she was this mad, he could only imagine how pissed Orion would be, and he was going to need the whole Herd good and mad at him for what he had planned.

After several tense moments of silence, Zel rose and left, escorted by her guard. Ratu came out of hiding and transformed into a little girl again.

“I question the wisdom in antagonizing angry centaurs,” she told him, curiosity in her eyes.

“I’ll tell you exactly why.” He pulled one of the vials from his pocket. “But first, let’s discuss how we’re all going to get out of here together.”

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