Valve stared hard at Jaxon, unblinking, as he explained himself. There was no doubt in her mind he was telling the truth, and as wise a decision as the stallion may have thought this was, what he said to conclude his explanation was sexist enough to make the dark mare’s blood boil. It’s an honor to be such a prize, he says. And then he smiles, clearly proud of this transgression.

She pinned her ears and suddenly charged toward the stallion, her lips curled back and teeth bared at him; her dark tail snapped between her hind legs—clearly irritated.

“Mares are not prizes,” she spat, catching Indira’s look as she aimed to drive him out. Valve would of course prefer her to help, if she was willing. Two against one was always better, and if Jaxon tried anything they would have the advantage.

“If I ever see or hear of you coming anywhere near this island again, I will kill you.” Valve’s eyes glowered with intensity. She meant every word.

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