“He just needs encouragement, Headmistress Lashae,” Emory replied. “The right kind of training.”
“We’ve got enough on our collective plates already with Lady Kimbrough gone, and I’m sure none of us feel like working that hard.”
“Trust me, Lashae. He’ll come around.”
“You’re sure of that? You still want to go ahead with this little plan of yours?”
“We need him.”
“Hmm. I’m still not convinced of that. And apparently you aren’t either; you’ve got him bound up pretty tight there.”
“It’s for our own safety. He was on our doorstep. Collared, but not leashed.”
Lashae’s eyes flashed. “A foundling? Ohhh, we haven’t had one of those in a while, b***h or stud. They can be dangerous, but once they’re trained...”
Lashae advanced, her hands now tight around both ends of the riding crop. At a br
