Chapter NineThere was a surprising number of people at the Hyde Park gate when Thalia arrived on Thursday morning. She’d managed to escape the house without causing comment, so hopefully her father, at least, would be blissfully unaware of what she was doing. She didn’t even want to think about what her sister was going to say if—when?—she found out. Right now, she needed to concentrate on winning the race.
One look around and Thalia felt a giggle burbling up inside of her. Laia would have been so jealous if she’d been here—everyone present was male.
“Good morning,” she greeted her opponent, who was sitting astride his horse rubbing his eyes. She was a little surprised when he took his hand away, to see that his eyes looked clear and not red at all, as they usually were after he’d had a
