When Lana, Jasmine, and Phoebe show up—almost thirty minutes late—I give them my biggest, widest smile and pretend that I have no idea where they’ve been.
“No Prince of Darkness today?” Lana asks me with a glare.
I don’t allow my smile to saver. “Not today. Thought I’d try to focus on this whole… sisterhood thing.”
She snorts. Actually snorts.
This is going to be very, very difficult.
“Can I make a suggestion?” asks Sadie. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “After we do Kenton’s usual warm-up—you know, riding practice, followed by shifting practice—why don’t we just… get to know each other a little bit? We could make a game of it, or something.”
I expect Kenton to shoot down her idea, given that he has this reputation as a tough, fighting-based trainer, but he seems surprisingly into th
