Abel guffaws. “Steal tokens? Who’s gonna steal tokens from Thorne? If he catches you, you’re liable to lose an arm.” My heartbeat quickens. “Thorne has them?” “Last I heard, anyway. I guess it makes sense, since he’s in charge of the alicorns.” Nick chortles. “Poor alicorns. I know he’s an amazing rider and all, but Thorne is one grumpy bastard.” “He’s not grumpy all the time. And he’s super gentle and patient with animals.” I recognize my mistake too late. All three of my wide-eyed friends swivel to gawk at me. Olive gasps, while Nick begins to sing. “Somebody has a cru-ush!”
