“Atlantis is home.”

Pilar heard Kasabian’s statement and knew it was directed at her. It was a not-so-subtle hint that she was to go with him. In this life, for whatever reason, he had the authority to tell her where to be and where home was. This was at least, the perception.

Pilar grinned, nearly ear-to-ear, as she let a wave carry her to the shores of Atlantis. It was not the Ridge’s beach she landed upon, but that of the Paradise. Kasabian had not specified where in Atlantis she was to go, so even though the stallion’s scent emanated strongly from the other side of the island, Pilar decided she would take this opportunity to go on a little detour.

Oh, my mistake!, she imagined herself fluttering her eyelashes and dancing lightly on her feet around an upset Kasabian. I didn’t know! She snickered to herself as she shook the salty ocean from her coat and strolled casually through the sand. If her newly appointed overseer did find her here, it would certainly seem like an innocent misunderstanding. This was hilarious to her of course, because she knew exactly what she was doing.

That poor ignorant mare, he would probably think. And Pilar would play along. The less he knew of her true nature, the less control he had over her.

And that was how it must be.


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